Did everyone see that? Because I will not be doing it again.
— We can't get married at all.
— Why not?
— Well, in the first place, I'm not a natural blonde.
— Doesn't matter.
— I smoke. I smoke all the time.
— I don't care.
— Well, I have a terrible past. For three years now, I've been living with a saxophone player.
— I forgive you.
— I can never have children.
— We can adopt some.
— But you don't understand, Osgood. Uh, I'm a man.
— Well, nobody's perfect.
— Shut up.
— I didn't say anything.
— You were thinking. It's annoying.
— Oh, thank God!
— Call me Dean.
All right, you're in. Don't need you. You scare me.
— I will burn the heart out of you.
— I have been reliably informed that I don't have one.
I made a man twice my size cry. I mean, I haven't done that since I was 4 and I washed my dad's Porsche with rocks.
— What were you doing in a Spanish convent, anyway?
— Mistook it for a brothel. Honest mistake.
— So why are you talking to me?
— Mrs Hudson took my skull.
— So I'm basically filling in for your skull?
— Relax, you're doing fine.
— No, no, no! Course he's not the boy's father. Look at turn-ups on his jeans!
— I knew it was dangerous. Getting you into crap telly.