Eddie Elizabeth Ndingombaba:
Chef's hurt himself.

Richard Twat:
How bad?

Eddie Elizabeth Ndingombaba:
Indescribably. He hit is head on this frying pan seventeen times.

Mrs Hardy:
He's a black belt in karate, you know.

Richard Twat:
More like a pink belt in hanging about gentlemen's lavatories on Hamstead Heath.

Richard Twat:
Will you stop making those owl noises?

Eddie Elizabeth Ndingombaba:
Sorry

Richard Twat:
Now come on

Richard Twat:
AAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH

Eddie Elizabeth Ndingombaba:
Rich are you alright?

Richard Twat:
Candle in the eye.

Eddie Elizabeth Ndingombaba:
What?

Richard Twat:
Candle in the eye

Eddie Elizabeth Ndingombaba:
Oh righto

Richard Twat:
AAAARRRGGGGGHHH

Richard Twat:
I trust you've slept well?

Mr Johnson:
Actually, we had a bit of a rough night.

Richard Twat:
Ah, the perils of adultery.

Richard Twat:
Ahh... Good morning Mrs Foxfur

Mrs Foxfur:
Morning Twat.