I'm Alan Partridge1997

Alison:
Any more news, Alan?

Alan Partridge:
Er, no, just: second series in the bag, you're all on board, details to follow and, um... and who left this coffee cup here?

Jason:
Sorry, Alan, I meant to clean it last night.

Alan Partridge:
Yeah, well, that's not good enough. You're sacked.

[the others laugh, thinking it's a joke]

Jason:
What?

Alan Partridge:
I will not have uncleansed coffee cups in Pear Tree Productions. The plague started from a mal-attended surface.

Martin:
What are you doing, Alan?

Alan Partridge:
You're sacked too.

Martin:
Why?

Alan Partridge:
Because... because you do this all the time.

[to show what he means, he tuts and rolls his eyes]

Martin:
What?

[Martin does the tutting and eye-rolling thing himself]

Alan Partridge:
See, you did it again! Yeah, you're definitely sacked. Now, Alison, you are a lady, I don't want this to be unpleasant...

Alison:
Are you sacking me as well?

Alan Partridge:
Yes, I am.

Alison:
You rotten sh*t!

Alan Partridge:
Yeah, you're a rotten sh*t too, get your coat!

[Alan backs out of the door with Lynn]

Alan Partridge:
[to Lynn] Start the car.

[he shuts the door and goes to another room]

Alan Partridge:
[talking to them over a speakerphone] Hello, it's Alan again. I've locked you all in the boardroom so you don't get me. You can leave via the fire escape. We haven't got a second series, I just didn't have the guts to say that earlier. Bit like doing my radio show this, isn't it? You're listening to Up with the Partridge, A-ha. Bye!

[Alan's employees leave the building by climbing down the outside fire escape stairway]