- Yes!
- Yes!
- Still nothing for Mr. Wormsley? He's a stubborn man. Bit like someone else I know. Yay!
- Yes.
- Well done, love.
- Good afternoon, my jewel. It's easy, this game, isn't it?
- We're on fire, Hobby.
- Not now, Potts.
- Yes, now, Mr. Wormsley, if you please. I can hold my tongue no longer.
- You've written your memoirs. And this is just one chapter? Sugar.
- I put you, Cath.
- I put you, love. Perhaps you should take a break from the writing.
- Break? Why?
- So you don't get too stale. Give yourself time to clear your head. How dare you?
- Correct. Yeah.
- We're back on track.
- If you want something doing, ask a busy person. I just... Ah! Oh, that's easy. Oh, you've gone for me?
- Yeah, I find you hilarious.
- Oh, it's unintentionally.
- Unintentionally.
- Everything I see you in, you look beautiful. Thanks, Simon.
- Was that... was I believable with that last one?
- You see, he's ruining it now.
