No, no, seriously, think about it.

In that time, Apple have launched two iPhones,

three iPads and their boss is a fucking dead guy!

Yeah.

Let's just push it till the end of the day.

OK, we'll push it near the end of the day, but you know the... Robyn.

Hello, Robyn.

That, in fact, is my name.

Take a seat.

I know it's your name, because it was at the top of a redundancy list

that I've just looked at.

Right, stop rolling around naked in the headlines.

Blind Man's Crumpet's on the way up. If you're going to film her, try not to make it obvious.

And no smiling. Not even a wee fucking Anne Robinson, right?

The look we're going for should be solemn respect.

You know, like blokes modelling underpants.

Oh, hang on. Mannion's calling for a wider inquiry.

He's what?!

He's trying to drag you in - shift the focus to the PFI conflict

with your husband's company.

No, no! No, no, no, no, no!

Fuck! What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?

Go up there and smile for starters.

Yes, Dan! Dan, Dan can put the lid on this, can't he?

Course he can, because he is actually quite good.

I'm probably going to get quite emotional, might get quite teary

if I can find an onion or somebody to pluck my pubes.

Robert! Yes, sir?

I want you to get over to Fatty's. Yeah.

Make sure he's not hiding a leadership challenge from me.

Frisk him if necessary, all 300 of his folds. Get to it.

I will, do some small-talk, best wishes stuff,

and then I'll just casually bring up the inquiry.

Or, no! No, no, I should cut straight to the inquiry,

shouldn't I?

Oh, fuck, I don't know how to play this. Um...