SOME AS YOUNG AS THE ONES
HOLDING BALLOONS OVER THERE -

- YOU WANT EAT?
- WHAT HAVE WE GOT?

- WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?
- SORRY.

- YES. GOODNIGHT.
- GOODNIGHT, ALAN,

NOW, YOU TWO CAN STOP GIGGLING.

YEAH. WE ALL SWEAT. I USED TO SWEAT LIKE A ZOO.

GET RID OF IT.

I'M A SOFT TARGET.
THEY WON'T GO FOR THE PRIME MINISTER,

I'M JUST SAYING THAT
WHEN YOU MAKE IGNORANT COMMENTS,

YEAH. COULD YOU JUST PUT "PLUS SUE COOK"?

- HELLO, ALAN.
- HELLO.

MR STEPHEN BRAI,
WHOSE FATHER INVENTED CATS EYES.

- CAN I HAVE A GO ON THE LOO?
- OH! SORRY, YES.

DO YOU WANT ME TO SETTLE THIS BILL?

NO. I'M HAVING LUNCH
AT TGL FRIDAY'S WITH GORDON.

THEN I'D TYPE INTO THE ATTACK COMPUTER,
"MR CRAGG, CHEMISTRY TEACHER."

AND THE POT-SMOKING,
WHORE-RIDDEN WATERWAYS OF AMSTERDAM.

AGATHA CHRISTIE'S PROBABLY
ALREADY THOUGHT OF THAT ONE.