I TAPED THAT DOCUMENTARY FOR YOU.
"THE WORLD'S WORST STORMS."

NIGHT-NIGHT, MR PARTRIDGE, AND YOUR GOOD LADY.

THAT'S THE SMALL TALK OVER WITH.
LET'S GO ON TO THE THORNY ISSUE OF THE FEE.

I THOUGHT HE JUST DREW PICTURES OF MICE.

- A CONTRIBUTION FOR THE CHURCH.
- A FIVER?

- THERE GOES SIOBHAN.
- I'M GOING TO BOX HER IN AT THE SQUASH COURT!

SHE REMEMBERED, GREAT!

- SMELL MY CHEESE, YOU MOTHER!
- I THINK THAT'S QUITE ENOUGH, THANK YOU!

FIRST OF ALL TONIGHT IS MY BEST... CHRIST.

SO IN THE END IT WAS TELEVISION THAT KILLED HIM.

HE RAN OFF. HE GOT SCARED AND RAN AWAY.

THEY'RE COMPLEMENTARY.
IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE FLAKY SKIN. I'M A ZOMBIE.

- DID YOU SEND IT?
- NO, I SENT YOU A CHOCOLATE ORANGE,

THIS IS A ROMANTIC TRIBUTE...

- WHOSE IS THAT CARAVAN?
- THE BUILDERS LIVE IN THERE.

IT'S LATIN.

- THAT'S FOR YOU.
- WHAT'S THIS?

OH, EXCUSE ME.
SOPHIE, COULD YOU DEAL WITH THIS?