I mean, for your sake. I'd back you up on that.

I'd have your backing? Oh, fantastic. Thanks.

Emma, you're over-emotional.

Why don't you go home, drink some mojitos with your girlfriends and talk about shoes?

Yeah, well, actually Stewart called me IN

because he wanted me to sat-nav Peter out of the dead end you've driven him into.

Perhaps you should piss off and read that Marie Claire you nicked off me.

Hi, Stewart, he's great, isn't he? Boo to nanny? Phil, no-one watches Jools Holland, yeah?

We need to be appealing to One Show man and Holby City woman.

What's he saying?

Just shut up, Emma, the men are talking. Is Emma there?

Yes, she is here. Thank God.

Put her on, Phil. Stewart, hi. This is the brief. Got a pen?

Have you got a pen? Yeah. You're not having it.

I do, thanks, Sorry, Stew, hang on.

Why don't you have one just Sellotaped to your chin, Emma?!

Write this down. Write on his shirt, just write it down!

I'm serious. Are you listening to Daddy? OK.

I want you to pull some info on City bonuses - tax evasion, non-doms.

Let's name and shame some fat cats.

I want to hear some fact-enforced noise.

Terri?

Terri, a word. Could I have my pen, please?

Oh, sorry, yeah, I wasn't gonna keep it. It's a Parker, so...

Those two are absolutely awful.

She is a complete bitch.

I think he might be simple. Well, thank your lucky stars

this is your chance to get away from Princess Anne and Captain Mark Phillips.

I've done a list of the fat cats and bonuses. I wonder if you'd like to run this in to Nicola.

Yeah, sure. Good.

Thanks, Glenn, for getting me in on my special night off.

Emma was furious when I said I was coming in here.

She was moaning, she was screaming, and then I said I was coming in here. Do you see what I did?

What the fuck are YOU doing here?

Oh, I'm having an affair with Richard Bacon.

I'm incredibly aroused by men with meat in their surname.