- YEAH, I WAS MAKING A PUN ON YOUR NAME.
- OH, RIGHT,

- NO, SORRY, YOU.
- YEAH, NAME OF HAYERS.

- SORRY?
- GOOD MORNING.

LIKE DEPUTY DAWG WOULD HUMP YA.

- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- CLIMBING OVER A FENCE.

SONJA, BEEFEATERS DO NOT LIVE IN CARAVANS!

HERE'S A RECEIPT FOR A CINEMA TICKET TO "SHREK".

- HELLO..
- CARL.

IT'S HIS FATHER.

KNOCK IT OFF WITH THE FANCY WORDS. IT WENT TITS UP.

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

I'LL BE HONEST, LYNN, I'M AT A LOOSE END TODAY.

THAT WAS FOR MY TIRELESS P.A., LYNN, 50,

MAKE THE NUMBERS UP, COME ON.

THE GOOD THING ABOUT THIS

I MANAGED TO NEGOTIATE
A WALNUT GEAR KNOB FOR YOUR SMALLER ROVER.

- WHY ARE YOU SPEAKING LIKE THAT?
- IT'S A VOICE BOX.

- DO YOU MIND IF I BRING MY GUITAR?
- I'D RATHER YOU DIDN'T, IT'S NOT THAT KIND OF AREA.