That's what I love about going out with you, Gary, it's an endless orgy of glamour and entertainment.
Dorothy's usual, please, Les.
Refresh my memory.
Vodka in a chipped glass with a dribble of flat tonic and an aftertaste of cigarette ash.
Oh, yeah. I remember now.
I've had some bad news. Had a postcard from Dermot. He's not coming back.
Have fallen in love with a croupier called Letizia. We're going around the world on her Yamaha. Is that an organ?
No, it's a motorbike.
Send my Polynesian love ball and other important items to my mum. Sell everything else, my saucepans, et cetera, to cover what I owe you. Thanks. Generous of him.
Well, it would be if his possessions weren't worth precisely £16.47.
What does he owe you?
Eight hundred and sixty two quid.
Weather lovely. Rimini has a body shop. Oh. A donkey, having sex with another donkey.
Why doesn't anybody take me around the world?
Cause they know they'd have a crap time.
I've been writing an ad for the newspaper.
Let's have a look.
You'll use it as an excuse for a cheap laugh.
I will not.
You always do.
(tuts). Ah, looks fine. You don't think Jacuzzi's pushing it a bit, do you?
Why?
You haven't got one.
No, but if you whoosh to the shower attachment in the bath, it's just like it, honestly.
Don't you think you should put bath with shower attachment you can whoosh round a bit?
Too many words.
Yeah. (chuckles) I'll tell you how you can get a Jacuzzi when you're in the bath. (Chuckles)
Les, are you going to say what I think you're going to say?
(chuckles) Yeah.
