(CONTINUOUS BEEP)

I RELEASED AN UNEXPECTED BUT POTENT GUST.

THEN GO FOR A LOVELY LAMB LUNCH IN WINDSOR,

IDEA FOR A PROGRAMME CALLED "FREE SPIRITS".

FOR A CORPSE?

NO. I MEAN YES.
YOU'RE RIGHT, IT IS CONFUSING, ISN'T IT?

- HAS HE GIVEN YOU ANOTHER SERIES?
- NO, HE WON'T GIVE ME ONE.

DO YOU WANT A LIFT TO THE CAB RANK?

- IT IS VERY NICE.
- I'M SORRY.

SO IT'S SLIGHTLY LESS RUDE.

I'M JUST SICK AND TIRED OF YOU SLAGGING FARMERS
OFF. ARE YOU GOING TO APOLOGISE TO THEM?

PUT IT THERE, LYNN.

THEN AFTERWARDS YOU CAN TALK
TO LYNN AND ME ABOUT LYNN.

- GET READY FOR THE TAX PEOPLE.
- CHILL OUT, BABE...LOVE...LYNN.

CAN WE MAKE FRIENDS?

FROM FAT, CHUBBY LADIES OF THE RENAISSANCE,
TO HARD-FACED CROMWELLIAN SOURPUSSES,

THE STAFF ARE POLITE, BUT THEIR SMILES ARE...

- PUMP NUMBER THREE.
- GOOD PUMP.