Lawrence, hi. They've forgotten what their legs are for.
Mona wondered what you were doing Sunday. We're having a barbecue.
Oh, nice. Bring a friend.
Can I tempt anybody?
I'll do that. It's all right, Grace. I wanted it today, actually.
Joke. Two sugars? One and a half.
Busy weekend, Steve?
Party Saturday night. Sylvia fell off a table. Dancing.
Ended up in Casualty at eight in the morning. Didn't get seen till one. ..What about you, boss?
Suppose you were snorting drugs with a load of footballers' wives.
Off a load of footballers' wives, actually. Cheshire life, eh? Yup!
You know where the back service lift is? Yep, Ade showed me the other day.
He'll tell you which machinists need topping up. Him or Steve. Great. Thanks.
My God!
Is he...?
D'you not do mouth-to-mouth?
Very funny.
What kind of answer's that to a dying man? Oi! What's your name? So I can put it in the accident book!
What've I told you about messing with that alarm? Get in the car.
Davidson? Yeah. Er, right, Saint Theresa's, please. Then on to Mackintosh's in Trencherfield.
Won't be worth turning in by the time I've shelled out for this.
Can you put your foot down, mate? We're in a rush.
Better Mrs Davidson late than the late Mrs Davidson.
Hiya. Er, sorry, it's...? Tasha.
Tasha. You're work placement, right? Listen, I'm stuck here with this lot till the driver comes out. Oh, no.
You couldn't nip in and clock on for me? The name's Suzie Davidson.
You know where it is, right? Yeah. Sure. No problem.
Thanks. Suzie...? Davidson.
Thank you.
Hey! Tasha! What are you doing? I was just... What are you playing at? Is that your name? No, but...
But nothing. Suzie's busy. I don't care if she's halfway to Mars,
this thing's for clocking on, once a day, in your own name. Got that?
That's mean. Oh, come on! She's only been here five minutes and you're landing her in it with the boss.
He's no Rottweiler, is he?
Well, he thinks he is.
He's about as scary
as my nan's Jack Russell.
Tell 'em what his name is.
Snowpaws. Honestly.
Cigarette? No, I'm all right. Suzie?
No, I don't, thanks. Sorry, Tash.
I'll be in touch with the paperwork. All right. Take care.
Thank you very much.
I suppose noise is a problem. In the early days, sure,
when cowboys threw plasterboard up and called it a conversion.
But the spec on a place like this is so high. Double glazing as standard,
sound insulation between all walls, not just adjoining apartments. Yeah?
You don't want to be listening to someone else's drum'n'bass. Yeah, or Judy Garland.
Round here? Yeah. Actually, what I like is the mix.
You've got suits, freelancers, straights, gays, singles and couples.
People from different backgrounds, wanting similar things. "Individual homes for individual people."
Lot of single women here, too.
And if they can afford a place like this, they can afford to go Dutch on dinner.
Every little bit helps.
We're all going to the pub. I'll bring my car, if you like.
It's only a cough and a spit away. You don't think she'll mind? Mind? No, the more, the merrier.
Michelle! You don't mind if Tasha joins us for a drink, do you? Hiya. Congratulations. Thanks.
What's this, Adopt A Student week?
I went to college. Three days I lasted. Window dressing.
You? You can't even dress yourself.
But you wanna be earning money at that age, don't you? She means you need brains.
You just need short-term memory.
Look at me. Qualifications coming out of my ears and I don't know...that.
Walk out of the exam, and it's gone. You're just saying that.
To do what you do - stay focused, hour after hour... Year after year.
Couldn't do it. Haven't got the concentration.
A two grand catalogue bill helps. Right, what you having?
Orange juice, please. Stick a vodka in it. I'm driving. Single. Loosen her up a bit. No, really.
Go on, push the boat out. Suzie's got a spare bed, haven't you?
Security to the office, please.
Security.
You rang, sir? I want that desk opened. And these filing cabinets. I ain't got 'em. You're Security.
Who trusts security guards? The most bent sods in business. No, you and Trudy had the only sets for these.
I gave my set to Grace. Nip over the road, they'll still be in there.
Michelle Barratt's getting engaged. Again. You know Michelle - fat lass, dirty laugh, bubble perm.
She can't lift this arm for solitaires.
Well, anyway, they'll be in the pub. What pub? THE pub.
Fiddler's Arms. You'll be back in ten minutes. It's a bloody farce!
You wanna give Trudy a ring, get that other set back. Why not? You've not fell out, have you?
I'll get these. No, you're all right.
Skint student, aren't you? Nightmare. Dad still thinks my overdraft's only in double figures.
D'you mind?
I have this effect on people.
We didn't all get a nice lie-in.
- Stayed up late watching a video. - She's always doing that.
Five more minutes and I'll be asleep. D'you want a line?
What? I've got some coke if you need it.
No wonder you're skint! I didn't buy it. My brother gave it to me.
Yeah, right, I believe you. That's Freda's and that's Julie's.
I haven't offended you, have I? No. It's just funny.
The only Charlie you get in here is the old guy who runs the darts team.
I've been looking for the Fiddler's flamin' Arms! Well, you've found it.
It's been Scruffy Nellie's for two years, or so I've just been told. No-one calls it that.
Grace, I need your keys for the filing cabinets.
- At last! ..Where's me tonic? - Me lodger's got it.
I was only being friendly.
I was there till quarter past. I'm not checking up on you.
You're slumming it. It was either this or Millionaire. And you're already a millionaire...
I'll have a Pils, Mack. You've just got yourself one, you cheeky sod.
- Is that a gin in there, love? - And tonic. Bloody hell!
Gin and tonic, please, love. Slimline! Double! Did you hear that?
Sorry about this morning. That clocking-on business.
Bit of a misunderstanding on my part. Right.
They'll be sending me for tins of elbow grease next. Or a long stand.
Could've been worse. In my day they debagged you... "In my day"?
You sound about 70. I feel it. Are you getting one for yourself?
Hiya, Mum. Will you make the spare bed up for us?
Yeah, yeah, someone from work. Yeah. ..She's a student.
I know, yeah. Hey, tidy up a bit, will you, yeah?
And, um, can you take the doilies off the dressing table?
Grace, you didn't have to.
You know how to keep your workforce sweet. I don't want 'em sweet. I just want 'em working.
I won't expect t'ai chi classes, then? No, that'd just confuse them.
Julie? T'ai chi - is it better with eggy fried rice or chips? What's he on about?
Nathan sends his love. He's a cheeky sod, your brother.
He's gone quiet on me. Now you've done him a favour. How's it going?
I dunno. Bizarre. I've got on a few people's nerves, asking questions. Yeah, well, you're here to learn.
It's all been theory up to now and...
Suddenly you're dealing with people and people are... Bizarre.
And unpredictable.
It's an amazing place. The atmosphere, the energy of it.
If I had your job, I couldn't get up in the morning.
I'd be like, "Oh! Too much."
The way to do it is just do it. ..No, I'm serious.
Congratulations, by the way. Eh? On your engagement. What?
It's Michelle, isn't it? Jackie. Packing. Sorry, love. S'all right. I've only been here four years.
I'm surprised you remember anyone's name.
There's Michelle over there. And this is her sixth engagement.
That's some bottom drawer.
I shouldn't laugh, it's so sad.
The first one died. 17.
How d'you get over that?
The fourth one ran off with her sister.
What, she ate the rest?
Don't be cruel! Imagine it, though - finding Mr Right six times over. It's just like...
Bizarre?
Amazing.
Last orders, please. >
I'll hate myself in the morning.
The bridesmaid's dress? I can get it on now.
Brilliant. I just can't do it up.
She didn't waste much time, did she?
She's hardly after a promotion. She can't pack -
they had to take her off the line - and she can't drive a fork-lift. Or use a treadle.
She'll be managing director by the end of the week.
I'd want it really pared down to the essentials - decent sound system, good telly... You're such a boy!
And a massive bed, you know? No clutter. Nathan's place is SO cool -
the flat, view, neighbours.
They're all busy, but there's always someone there to party with. Sort of like a giant halls of residence?
Yeah. Suzie won't be a minute. She's just nipped to the loo. Bloody hell! I thought it was about ten o'clock!
How are you getting back? Back where?
Your place.
My place.
I'll just get my mate. ..Right, taxi's here. Where's Tasha?
Said to tell you she's already got a ride.
Long drive home. Yeah, it's too long.
You should buy that flat in town.
Get to work quicker. Get to everything quicker.
Corny. Sorry. I don't care.
I don't care if your brother breaks both my legs for this.
He got me a little present. What?
You might sack me.
Sacking you is the last thing on my mind.
It's a laugh.
I hate people who snort cocaine.
Don't snort it, then.
But you won't get the benefit.
Oh, my God!
Is that it?
What did you expect?
Bloody hell. It's gonna give me a heart attack!
I'm serious. That can't be good for you.
I thought it was supposed to make you horny!
No, no! You don't blow your nose!
OK?
There's a dressing gown in the wardrobe. Belonging to?
Your ex-wife's clothes. That is SUCH a bad idea.
I didn't set that factory up, my dad did.
I wanted to play for City. I wanted to be a teacher at one point!
You shouldn't have told me that!
It just happened. I was there, my brother wasn't. And you've had to stay. I worked all over, though -
despatch, cutting room... That's how it should be! Dad's idea.
Some managers, they've never even sewn a button on! They couldn't wait for me to fall on my face. Really?
They thought I was playing at it. You wouldn't see most bosses down the pub.
God, getting that girl's name wrong.
What was it? Jackie.
You can't know everyone. You were in the pub. That's what counts. I was passing.
Mack? We got talking!
I don't try to be their pal. I don't fit in. I don't fit in anywhere!
Give yourself a break! Look at this place, right? It's so...so safe.
It's so...grown up, you know. It's...not me.
You're moving, aren't you? I might.
Might nothing. You don't like this house, don't like this life -
change it.
People do it all the time!
Need a pee.
Freda Wilson was gonna be a window dresser.
You're not selling this to me.
Freda bloody Wilson.
Nice picture. He always liked me the best. Oh?
It was so embarrassing. I wasn't even the clever one.
I expected to get a really hard time on this placement. You think,
"Should I come in on the bus? Pretend I haven't got a brain?"
But if you're straight about who you are, people are cool. Maybe it's me, then.
Maybe I make people feel uncomfortable.
Stop fishing for compliments. People aren't being cool, they don't care.
You're a posh student. You dress funny, talk funny, you're gone in a few weeks. Why should they bother?
Suzie and Jenny didn't know me from Adam? They knew they could take the piss out of you. This morning!
Tonight, Suzie was gonna put me up for the night. Popular girl.
They really went out of their way.
You're not one of the gang. I've only been there five minutes. Never will be.
I'm as good as them!
Look at you. You look like...class. In my £12.99 cardy? You could be wearing a sack. Oh, please!
You can't put your finger on it, but it's...just breeding.
All right, there's some good-looking girls in that factory. Some?
Have I ever slept with any of 'em? No. Why? Cos you're a snob.
..Yeah, you're probably right.
But...
What are we arguing about?
How did we get onto this? Who cares?! I feel great.
I've just had fantastic sex. I've taken drugs with a beautiful girl.
I don't wanna talk about a bunch of people who don't matter!
This place has fried your brains!
I mean it. I grew up with all that stuff. You chose it.
Catherine did. She's my ex.
She was from a tenement.
It mattered.
Does it matter now?
Are you happy?
My dad went from a stall on Bury market
to a business with a turnover of £6 million.
I caught him, one day...
brewing up with used teabags.
Went ape shit.
You must've been close.
What a night this is turning out to be.
Welcome to the morose bastards' club.
Give me five minutes, I start singing Danny Boy.
At the end, no.
Don't get me wrong, I visited him every day. Sometimes twice.
How did he die? Cancer. Sorry.
Got him a telly for his room...
smuggled the odd bottle of Scotch in.
We used to hold hands.
Hadn't done that since I was a kid.
It was nice.
And there was this one day...
..he looked me in the eye...
..said he wasn't coming out.
I bottled it.
Mumbled some crap,
changed the subject.
Whatever it was, I shut him up. So sad...
Nurse told me the day he died...
..how he used to go on and on about his wonderful son James,
the apple of his eye.
What else was he supposed to say?
All his adult life, he'd gambled on one son...
..and it turned out to be the wrong one.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Don't. It's the booze.
Look at you.
You look done in.
I was just about to wake you. Oh, cheers.
I thought about getting a taxi. No, I'll be up in a minute. I didn't know if you had meetings.
I'll be right with you.
Don't want to be late. You know what the boss is like.
I should've got out at the top of the road. Don't be daft. Mack...
that stuff you told me last night...
goes no further. I just wanted you to know that.
Cheers. Appreciate it.
You give yourself a hard time. Do what YOU want for a change.
Yeah, I'll, er...
Thanks, I'll bear it in mind.
I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. You didn't.
It hits you like that sometimes. You're just...
You can't be in control all the time. I'm just what?
Lonely.
And you shouldn't be. You're a lovely guy.
Yeah, well, er, got a lot on at the moment, like you say.
Makes it tricky seeing people. It's cool, Mack.
You're cool.
Go on, you're gonna be late.
Take care, yeah?
Oh, you're in, are you? Why shouldn't I be?
If it's gory details you're after, you've got the wrong woman. An apology wouldn't go amiss.
Sorry? It was very good of Suzie to offer you a bed for the night.
PHONE RINGS
Grace, get that, would you? Ow!
Sorry. What's that doing there? Someone tried to get into me car. They've knackered the lock.
You shouldn't leave it out, then. The lock on the boot.
We need security on that car park. We've got security. At the gate.
They won't want your sweaty squash gear. Five-a-side. And it's good kit.
Yeah? So where d'you play? The all-weather in Trafford.
Me, Kev, Barry - on his nights off - Nick, Barney, Ade - when he's fit.
What?
Cos I'm their boss? Mm.
Not after 5 o'clock I'm not.
You should get down there yourself. Might do that one night, yeah.
Yeah? Yeah, I might.
Seven. Tonight.
All right, you're on.
Grace? Yeah?
What you doing lunch time? Nowt. Why? I need some footy kit.
Trainers size 10, T-shirt, tracksuit, shorts. I'll go to the Arndale. And don't forget socks.
Here. Good stuff, mind.
How long's this gonna take? We're going as fast as we can. Go faster.
Late night?
He's going to her, "You're a chicken and you want to lay an egg." So he clicks his fingers... Who's this?
"Cluck-cluck-cluck..." Hypnotist?
- I laughed that much, I wet myself. - Pelvic floor. I warned you. Put me down for a ticket. When's this?
I don't think I fancy it. I don't fancy getting picked.
I ain't got a sitter. My mam's got tickets.
I'm telling them about Tony Troy.
The night you wet your knickers?
Suzie, I'll mind Ryan. ..Um... When is it, tonight?
No, you're all right.
Yeah. Tonight.
Go on. I'm a skint student. I'm trying to save my wages.
BELL RINGS
See you there, then.
Why not? Well, are you sure?
What time? Eight o'clock? Half-past seven. Whatever.
I'm really sorry about last night. I did ask the girls to tell you. Oh, don't worry about it.
Did you have a good time? All right. He's a nice bloke. Bit screwed up.
So a week Monday, then. Yeah? I'll get some keys sorted out in the meantime. Nice one. See you, then.
Hiya! Hi. ..Ryan, this is Natasha. Any questions with your homework, ask her, she's a brainbox. Hi, Ryan.
Come in.
Is that your bloke? Dean? Oh, I wish!
No, he's the decorator. I'm treating myself to a proper job.
Doesn't need it. But I'm sure he'll brighten the place up. You wanna see his mate! Fit? Butcher's dog!
Right, most important thing - biscuit tin, cakes, crisps.
I'm older than you, you bastard.
You wanna lay off the business lunches, Mack!
Barney! Barney! Over here!
Hang on! Which one am I again? Player one. It's not working.
Yes!
I win. All right, that's enough now, Ryan. It's getting late.
I just go to bed when I'm tired. Nice try.
At weekends, my mum likes a lie-in in the morning.
OK. Last game.
If the boot was on the other foot... You mean boob?
I forgot to ask you, did Helms get back to you? He did, yeah.
There's places you can go to
that do extensions.
Like Wimpey's?
He's gonna stitch us on this. What quote did he give you? Can't remember.
It wasn't too over the top. ..Well, I wouldn't.
Me, neither. You're a liar.
He'd be on permanent overtime.
So would his missus.
DOOR CLOSES
Tasha? Tasha.
Oh! I would've heard him. I just closed my eyes.
What time is it? Ten to one. Sorry, I couldn't get a cab.
Don't worry. You just missed him.
Playing PlayStation most of the night. Packed up about twelve. You what? He said you let him stay up...
at weekends.
I'm dropping him in it now. The lying little sod. He said you liked a lie-in, so you didn't mind.
Would your mum have minded?
I'm sorry. Never mind. Here you are. Don't be ridiculous. No, go on. No way!
Well, take that for your petrol, yeah? Suzie!
Right, I owe you a drink, right?
Coffee'll do. Put the kettle on, shall I?
Oh, no, I'm sorry. Don't worry. New kitchen's next on the list, after I've paid the decorators.
Bet this seems really poky to you, doesn't it?
It's just like our student house in Leeds. Better decorated.
I've heard about them places - shyster landlords, rats the size of cats. Not ours.
Our shyster landlord's my dad. He's cheaper than those rip-off artists.
Can't say anything if you get behind with the rent either. Oh, no. I pay!
You never mention Ryan's dad. No.
D'you ever see him? Not if I can help it.
Doesn't he keep in touch? Nah.
He found out I was pregnant and decided he was in love with someone else. Wow.
What? Wow - how sad? No - wow.
You went through with it. All by yourself.
And you've done such a good job.
Does Ryan ever ask? Nah. All he knows is his dad was a builder from Stockport.
Where are they when you need them?
Anyway, what about you and Mack?
Did you think it was terrible? Be honest.
I think it was hilarious. He's old enough to be my dad!
I bet he earns more than your dad. ..Maybe not.
You'll see him again.
He needs to sort his head out. Yeah, and fight off the competition. I bet there's someone else -
all them rampant students. I'm very boring, I'm afraid. Nothing ever happens to me.
Think I'll have a fizzy orange, Peggy, an' all. Thanks, love.
Well placed for a revenge tackle there. Take you down. You could try. How were the muscles? Aye, not bad.
Couldn't get out of bed till Sunday. Yeah, that's more like it.
Hey, service with a smile.
I hear Barry's a bit tasty in midfield. Who told you that - Barry?
Yeah, it was, actually, now you come to mention it.
This chicken's foul.
Can you pass me the salt? Certainly, boss.
Hi! How's the PlayStation Kid? Minus his PlayStation. Oh!
Yeah, well, it serves him right for being a lying little toerag.
Ruthless, isn't she? Dunno, I've never dared cross her. By the way,
I'm free Saturday if you still wanna go to that party. ..To baby-sit. Oh, right. Thanks.
Bring Tom along, if you like. Two of them can keep each other company.
Oh, yeah. All right. I'll take you up on that, thanks.
I enjoy the games... and they're a great set of lads,
but...
What?
There's just one thing that puts me off. Kev.
He can be a bit in your face... It's not that.
You're gonna laugh now. What?
You will laugh. It wouldn't surprise me if he turned out to be the other way.
What, you mean...gay?
Kev Leach? Mm-hm.
I said you'd laugh.
You tell me why a grown man wants to talk so much about dicks and bums and stuff.
Seriously. And I've caught him looking at me in the showers.
I'm sorry, Barry. ..Shit!
Oh. Hi.
Is Mack around?
Er, he was. Yeah. Just a minute.
I think you've just missed him. Are you sure? His car's still there.
Yeah, he leaves it there sometimes. Then he comes back for it later. Can I take a message?
Er, I'll just scribble him a note.
He'll know what it means. I'll make sure he gets it. Bye, then. See you.
Sorry about that. She's work experience. She's been plaguing me about trends in textile management.
"Nice one in the canteen. You're getting there!"
D'you mind?
I tell you what, I wouldn't mind being plagued by that.
SHE TOOTS CAR HORN
Suzie!
What's happened? Nothing.
It's no big deal.
Is it Ryan?
Come on. You're not upset about nothing.
You know the decorators were supposed to be starting yesterday?
Came home last night and they're both spliffed out their heads. No. Place is a mess.
You should see it. There's paint all over the floor. Took me weeks to strip them floorboards. Oh, no.
It's cos I'm on my own. They take the piss. Tell them to get stuffed. I can't. You can.
They've got keys, haven't they? And... What?
I gave them half up front. They said they needed materials.
How much? 500 quid. I know. They saw me coming.
I can lend you cash. I've got money in the bank. My granny left it. No way. Thanks.
What's Jenny think?
Doesn't she know? She'll think I'm a dickhead.
I am. You're not.
She'll say I was just hoping to get a shag off Dean.
What am I talking about? I WAS hoping for a shag off Dean.
Well, he was flirting like mad and I know why now, don't I?
Suzie. What am I like? What's wrong with me?
How desperate is that? Come here.
I gave them a right bollocking.
They've promised to put it right.
There you are. They'll have to, if they want the rest of their money.
He's got a taste for it now. Apart from the GBH to the ankles.
Get them before they get you. Spoken like a true shop steward.
You're on for tomorrow night, though?
It's difficult. Pressure of work. All the more reason to have a break. I can't guarantee I'll be around.
We're not asking you to sign your life away! I might.
I enjoyed it. Made a nice change. All men are equal on a five-a-side pitch.
Hi, it's Tash again. Are you there?
No. OK. Bye.
You've not heard from Suzie, have you? You asked me that this morning.
What's the rush? You've not lent her money? No.
Ade? Have you seen Suzie this morning?
She phoned in sick. Her lad's got a bug or something.
KNOCK ON DOOR
I'm not stalking you, honest. You better come in.
I'm sorry. It's worse than I expected.
Oh, this is the job put right.
What was I thinking of?
You're supposed to go on recommendations, aren't you? Get references and that.
I fell for a dodgy flier and a nice arse.
They can't get away with this. They have. 500 quid, though.
How many shifts do you have to work for that? Those cowboys are on 250 a day for wrecking the place!
And the rest. You didn't?
I wanted me key back!
How much? What we agreed. Another 500 for a key? They offered to do another coat but...
I couldn't face it. I wanted them out of the house. They started getting heavy. I had Ryan here.
They're taking the piss!
Yeah, from their house two streets away! I'm not taking any chances.
I'll just have to get my brushes out again.
Suzie, what about Ade? He's a good bloke, he's got mates.
Drop it, Tasha. But there's pensioners, single mothers, fathers, just like you. I said drop it!
He's very busy. (Two minutes?) I'll call you back.
What's it regarding? Can I help? ..I was just explaining that you're really busy. Come in. Two minutes.
And what am I? The invisible woman?
If you could see the state of the place. It's gonna cost hundreds to fix. So?
I thought... You thought you'd put things right? Not me, you. Organise a collection or something. Why?
Because it's the decent thing to do.
People take out insurance against... Against getting ripped off? Tasha, I'm her boss.
I can't just wave a magic wand and make everything better.
You're sick of being the boss. I'm the boss. You're here on work experience.
Learn from my bitter experience - life ain't fair.
You love all this, really. What? All this aggro? All this.
Power.
Till you need to use it.
You're welcome.
Hi, is Dean there?
It's about the decorating.
Come in. ..Dean? Door.
All right? Looking for a decorator?
Not exactly. I'm a friend of Suzie Davidson.
Dunley Street. Oh, yeah?
I think you should give her her money back. Do you?
The job you've done, well... it's not up to scratch. Well, we did what she asked for.
The walls are a mess! We said we'd sort it, she told us to get stuffed.
Can you blame her? It's not our fault she changed her mind. I'm not running a charity, love. Look...
I don't want any trouble. That's a relief.
I'm giving you an opportunity to put things right. If you don't...
we could make life very difficult for you. Oh, yeah?
You're not VAT registered. Are you registered for tax? I've told you, we did everything she asked us to.
Now, piss off. Right.
I should warn you, she hangs around with some pretty dodgy people.
Do me a favour, love...
Can you give me the number for Trading Standards, please?
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
Suzie?
I don't know what to say. Bit late, anyway.
Has Ryan seen this? He thinks it was burglars. ..Don't you dare.
His PlayStation! Yeah, gone.
I'm still paying for that. I'm still paying for half of it.
You are...?
Insured?
Might've been an idea to ask, eh?
Suzie, I swear, I'll sort this out. Can you find me a new address?
The police'll have to take notice now. Yeah, look on the bright side.
Is upstairs...? The same.
You can't sleep here.
Bring Ryan round to Mum and Dad's. You can stay as long as you need.
DOORBELL RINGS
Till this place gets...sorted.
Is it bad?
What's she doing here?
I've just said, whatever it takes...
I'll go to the police, I'll...
make whatever statements you want.
Suzie, you're my mate.
There's too many people out there who sit on their hands
and the likes of Dean walk all over them. I thought he needed showing.
I'll make it up to you. You can't. There must be something.
- There isn't anything. - You can get out. Now.
But what about work? The hen night? Just go.
What time is it?
Time you were up.
- Anyone for a brew? - Is that a hint?
Julia! That paperboy wants sacking. Obviously paying him too much.
I was going to drop yours round. Glad you didn't, I was having a lie-in.
See you've got your hands full. Jacob's Bar Mitzvah. I've drafted in Miranda to protect my sanity.
That's Julia-speak for "keep the Chardonnay on tap". Come round.
Might as well enjoy your company while we can. ..He's moving. From? ..Are you heartbroken?
That's me. Grass is always greener. That's men!
You must be mad. It's a stunning house.
Wonderful neighbours. I'll get your paper.
So come round, any time from about two. If you're not doing anything.
Might do that.
There were people there who'd been doing the same job -
and I mean the most mind-numbingly, repetitive job that would drive us crazy in an hour - for 15 years.
Bizarre. Did it depress you? No, it was a laugh.
Some of those people. Talk about living your life at 90 miles an hour -
it's debt to divorce, to having kids by other people's blokes,
to having your house turned over by local villains. All in the space of a month. Amazing.
They were, yeah.
Mine was SO boring. I found the women quite bitchy.
If you weren't dripping in sovereigns and you didn't have a boyfriend inside, forget it!
Were you really miserable? I just thought, "Stuff 'em.
"Soon, I'll be telling YOU what's what, so kiss my ass!"
I might apply to Mackintosh's next term. What do you reckon?
I wouldn't bother. I mean, you'd have a laugh, but there's better firms.
It's not exactly 21st century!
Bye-bye, darling. I'll phone you, OK?
Bye.
What did you do before? In the Army.
A little bird told us you were back. Are we gonna get the good Mark, or the bad Mark?
Let go, Mark! Shut up!
There's been a complaint.
Leave me alone!
What's your wife called? Kim.
Works on the make-up counter in Campbells. She's a looker, then? She's gorgeous, actually.
Mark!