- YEAH. SURE. NO PROBLEM.
- CHEERS.

TAKE THE FAG OUT OF YOUR MOUTH.
I CAN'T TELL WHAT YOU'RE SAYING.

- WHAT YOU GET UP TO IN HERE, IT'S YOUR BUSINESS.
- I DON'T GET UP TO ANYTHING!

THREE WORDS.

DIED GETTING AN AERIAL OFF A ROOF.

IF YOU SLICED THAT UP, YOU'D HAVE MOST OF
THE WORK SURFACE FOR A POGGENPOHL KITCHEN.

IS THAT INCLUDED?
IT'S NOT A DEAL-BREAKER BUT I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW.

SO, MIKE, WHERE DO YOU LIVE?

- WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE BEATLES ALBUM?
- TOUGH ONE.

WHY DID YOU SAY I HAD PANIC ATTACKS?
YOU MADE IT SOUND LIKE I HAD A BREAKDOWN.

LEAVE IT ABOUT FIFTEEN MINUTES.

- NO BODIES UNDER THERE, I HOPE!
- WHAT?

THEY START OFF THE SIZE OF MINI FRISBEES,
AND THEY END UP LIKE ACTUAL-SIZE PARACETAMOL.

- ACTUALLY, BILL, SPARKLING WINE'LL BE FINE.
- WHATEVER.

- YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO KNOW, MR PARTRIDGE.
- I'LL BE HONEST, I'M PRETTY CURIOUS.

IT'S UNDERNEATH THE STAIRS.

- IS IT?
- YEAH.

- ALAN. I'VE CALLED THE POLICE.
- WHAT FOR?