(SHOUTS)

I'LL HAVE THE COFFEE JAR, AND THERE YOU GO, ALAN.

- HELLO, ALAN.
- HELLO, SUSAN. THIRD FLOOR?

SO YOU CAN GET A TRAFFIC CONE TO BE SICK INTO?

YOU'VE GOT IT ON THE BED SHEETS,
YOU'VE GOT IT ON MY DRESSING GOWN.

- I'VE REALLY GOT TO GO, ALAN.
- I'LL DO IT NOW.

- NOW YOU'RE TALKING MY LANGUAGE.
- I HOPE NOT.

OH, GOD!

# GLANG-ALANG GLANG-ALANG ALANG

- IT'S AN ALIEN JUDGE.
- GOLLY.

IN RECESSED LETTERING,
WHICH WOULD ALSO COLLECT CRUMBS.

IT WAS RUDDY SUPERB.

(PHONE)

YOU'VE MADE YOURSELF COMFORTABLE
ON THE BANQUETTE. GREAT.

VEY RELIABLE, BUT SHE'S GOT A MOUSTACHE.

GOD, NO!

- IF IT WAS YOU COULD ADD A ZERO TO THAT,
- SEVENTY QUID?

ONE OF THOSE VEY FRAGILE ONES
WITH A SCREW-ON CUP/CAP.