BE VERY WARY OF WHEELCHAIRS.
OH, SO BEING PARAPLEGIC ISN'T QUITE ENOUGH?
YOU TWO COME IN HERE. CHECK THIS GUY OUT.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS, DONNA, BUT IT STINKS.
- SEE? SHE HASN'T GOT A TELLY.
- SHE HAS! YOU CAN HEAR IT!
I'M LOOKING FOR ROYSTON VASEY,
BUT I CAN'T FIND IT.
WHO IS IT? WHAT'S GOING ON?
BEFORE HIS PLAIN FLEMISH WIFE...
EVERYBODY, THIS IS MATTHEW PARKER.
BY SELLING THIS TO REAL PEOPLE.
(SHE WEEPS)
DO YOU WANT A PHYSICAL RELATIONSHIP?
WE HAVE TO ASK.
I SEE. CARRY ON.
MUMMY! MUMMY!
I'M SO SORRY, HILARY.
I DIDN'T REALISE TILL IT WAS TOO LATE.
- HAVE YOU PHONED THE POLICE?
- NEARLY THERE.
RIGHTO, MR BEST.
IF YOU'D LIKE TO FOLLOW ME
UP THE STAIRS, MATTHEW.
MADAM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TREATING
THIS POOR BOY IN SUCH A FASHION?
(LAUGHS) GO ON, MY SON!
THERE IS SOMETHING I WANTED TO SAY TO YOU.
I'M WRITING A CARD FOR THE SHOP WINDOW.
IS CALLED NO HOME FOR JOHNNY,
OR YOU'RE A SECRET SMOKER, YOU TAKE
OFF FOR A FAG BEHIND THE BIKE SHED.