- SONJA, LYNN'S GOING TO GIVE YOU A LIFT.
- OK.

I DON'T WANT YOU TO FEEL
THAT THE DOORS HAVE ALL CLOSED AT THE BBC.

THIS IS THE SAME RUBBISH AS THE OTHER DAY
WHEN YOU TALKED ABOUT PUTTING A SPINE IN A BAP.

LIKE DEPUTY DAWG WOULD HUMP YA.

THAT'S FINE, FILL HER UP.

- WE CAN STOP AT THE PETROL STATION.
- HOW IS YOUR GEORDIE MATE?

ALAN, "BOUNCING BACK". I SUSPECT
YOU MEANT IT AS AN IRONIC TITLE, DIDN'T YOU?

TELL THEM I'LL JOIN IN, AND TO SHOW
THAT I'M NOT A STICK-IN-THE-MUD

SHE'S NOT MY WIFE! I HATE IT WHEN THAT HAPPENS.

THEY MIGHT EAT THEM IN YOUR COUNTY.
WE DON'T HERE.

- COULD I HAVE A SANDWICH, PLEASE?
- YES.

- HELLO.
- WHAT PUMP NUMBER?

THAT'S RIGHT! IT'S CALLED AN AIREALATOR.

YOU WANT TO MAKE LOVE? THE BED'S READY.

- I DON'T THINK IT'S ANYTHING TO DO WITH CLASS.
- AND THE PLUMS HAVE MUTATED AND HAVE BEAKS.

CAN I OFFER YOU MY DEEP, DEEP...

- SHE WAS FRIGHTENED.
- YEAH. I KNOW.

CRASH!