Jo, Paul and others in “Mr. Muscle”

I couldn’t eat another thing.

Oh, one more, Jo, and this time, could you just chew a bit more quizzically?

Careful! This is a highly sophisticated piece of equipment. I call it my steady Eddie for recording on telly.

And I call it a plank of wood, the camera set a tape to it.

So, Tina’s having lunch with Arnold Schwarzenegger.

With a guy she met down Muscle Beach. She said she was lovely and she’s gonna get the photos to prove it.

See, I think that’s all unnatural all the exercise.

Bradley, you think pushing a carpet sweep is unnatural.

Yeah, but it’s not gonna make you look any more attractive to look like you got dozens of ferrets crawling around and your skin. Does it, Han?

No! No, no. Of course not. We don’t fancy Muslim men, do we, Jo?

Oh, no.

Aye-aye, sexy!

Oh, my diddy!

Strike a pose! How do you do?

Whoo!

And now we hear the mating cry of the single desperate female on heat.

Hi.

Hi there.

So, how was it?

Did you get the photos developed?

No. He’s lovely. I think he’s the best looking bloke I’ve ever been on the date with.

It’s not exactly stiff competition, Tina. Your last one looked like the model for gargoyles.

Shut it. He’s blonde. He’s got blue eyes and the best teeth since Tom Cruise had his teeth fixed, and he kissed me.

Ooh!

Just a back on my lip but it was a passionate back, and he wants to see me again tonight.

Ooh!

Jo, can I have a sip of your water?

Ooh…! (Tina notices Bradley making the sound of it) Sorry, I wasn’t concentrating.