Roscoe Crab: Right, I need you to go to the post office-- Francis Henshall: Alright now stop going on about it, you only need to tell me once.
RC: I haven't asked you to go to the post office at all yet.
Lloyd tells me it's just around the corner.
FH: That's Andy.
RC: Collect any letters for me or my sister Rachel Crab.
This is a letter of authorization.
FH: I've already got one of those, I don't need two, do I?
RC: How come you already have a letter of authorization?
FH: This is trickier than I thought!
You're right I am gonna need that.
RC: And any letters you collect are private, is that clear?
FH: Don't you worry guv, I won't even read them myself.
RC: I'll be in my room FH: Oh I've got two jobs!
How did that happen?
You've got to concentrate ain'tcha, with two jobs.
I mean I can do it, as long as I don't get confused.
But I do get confused easily.
But I don't get confused that easily.
Yes I do.
I'm my own worst enemy.
Stop being negative.
I'm not being negative, I'm being realistic.
I'll screw it up I always do.
Who screws it up?
You're the role model for village idiots everywhere.
You're nothing without me you're the cock-up!
Don't you call me a cock-up you cock-up!
[Corden slaps himself] You slapped me!
Yes I did, and I'm glad I did because-- Man, that hurts!
Good because you started it!
[Corden pulls his own hair and tie] Get your hands off me!
[Corden rolls around on floor and runs into trash cans] No!
You wouldn't dare!
[laughing and applause]