I haven't had sex for five years, and I, I don't even enjoy it.

So, you know, I'm not going to get anyone pregnant.

I'm never going to get anyone pregnant, OK? I'm fucking seedless.

Where as she's just, just a fucking baby bomb! OK?

And she's going to go off all over the office and, and leave you!

I'm going to be here!

I'm sorry, but my good name is at stake here. Oh, Christ.

Peter, you must understand. I am an innocent woman. I'm the "DoSac One".

That's it. I've had enough. I've had enough of all of you.

You're all shit. I'm going to sort it out, by myself.

Did you hear that?

I can't bear that you think about me like this. Don't follow me. No, please!

Stop following me.

I insist, I insist. Peter, please.

All right, I admit it. I'm in love with you.

Now fuck off to your office and organise the wedding.

Mannion goes Mel Gibson.

Spot it.

You know what you've done? Yeah?

You bought a fan. You've plugged it in,

you've turned the dial up to maximum...

It wasn't a weak fan. Not one of those office fans.

It was a Dyson. And I stood the other side of it...

Did a liquid shit on it. Trousers down.

And where did the shit go? All over Mannion.

PHONE BEEPS

That's just priceless.

Fuck, hang on.

What?

Uh, check the fucking emails.

What are you talking about?

What the fuck did you give to Glenn?

Just the email...

But it's the whole... We're on the email! Oh, fucking hell.

Why did you, why did you leave us on the dongle?

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