Yeah. I'll be 20 minutes, right?

See if you can get Peter to do something inoffensive for 20 minutes.

Hard-boil four eggs.

You tell fucking Man at C&A that I'm dumped before me, is that it?

I thought he knew. Sorry.

Do you mind keeping it down? Some of us are trying to listen.

Peter's tearing through her like a Viking at a nunnery.

If he's a Viking, he's King Cnut.

What? Yes, he's drowning in the party donations.

- You should listen. - Bullshit.

Emma, just... Emma! Ssh!

You can't even fucking look at me.

We're trying to listen here now.

ALL TALK AT ONCE

OK, do you want to shut up?!

from the building. You are the worst.

My chair still smells of your perfume! Excuse me!

For the record, I have done nothing.

Yes, that will be your epitaph, Terri.

We need to go to the news and sport here. Just before that, a quick text.

They are part of who I am, literally. Tina in Weymouth."

Where the fuck are Terry and June going?!

Good, yes! I'm cooking now!

Cooking with gas. I'm fucking DS Metcalfe!

I'm cracking eggs, I'm pouring in baking powder, I'm using fucking vanilla extract!

That was not good. That was the opposite of good.

Bad? How do I counter? Have you heard of JFU?

I didn't actually hear that bit, so I don't know. You couldn't hear?

Christ! You're... Sorry.

You're here to hear, Phil. Why do you think you're here?! You're here to hear!

You're not here for eye candy! Look, it's not my fault. It was very noisy in here.

Ollie and Emma were splitting up and I couldn't focus...

Stewart sent her down here.

Why have you got wet trousers? Ollie threw coffee at me.

I'm sorry, I seem to have wandered into some 1970s' Ray Cooney farce.

Is the vicar about to come round with Robin Askwith?