(clears throat)
(takes deep breath)
Sorry. Little bit nervous.
I need a million pounds to make a Christmas special
of the popular TV show Extras,
starring me.
- I'm out. - All right.
Ricky, what's stopping somebody else trying to do the same as you?
Tell me about it.
- Let me tell you where I am. - Go on.
You're solving a problem that isn't a problem.
We don't need another short, little egomaniac on TV.
You can talk. Sorry... but... started it.
Look, you're valuing this at a million pounds. That's absolutely ridiculous.
I came up with the most successful British comedy ever.
I've got Globes, Emmys, BAFTAs.
I've sold five million DVDs.
- So why do you need our money? - Catering.
We do go over on the catering budget. It just... Think about it.
He's crap.
He came in here dressed like that. What a messy little git.
- Is he an actor or something? - God knows.