"Who owns the Infinity Gauntlet?" "Thanos." "What was Thor's father's name?" "Odin." "Sorry, Moss, I've really got to go." "No, no, I'm sorry, you've done more than enough." "OK, all right, baby, see you later." "Bye-bye." "Wow!" "Right?" "That's an impressive knowledge of the Marvel universe." "I know." "Well, you've done it." "You've finally found a woman I can do business with." "Yeah, no, don't say things like that." "I'm sorry, I'm just so excited for us." "No..." "If you don't go in all the way, it doesn't really count." "Hey, red!" "Stand back, stand back, this one's mine." "I'm going to do everything for you, really nice." "Stand back, stand back, she's all mine." "It's tight." "You're so strong." "It's bubbling over." "It's on the house... for you." "Oh, my God!" "You inspire me." "Have a great day." "I will... and you." "Thank you." "Ciao." "Moss, have you seen the video of the baby speaking French?" "It went viral at 10:30, Roy, of course I've seen it." "I must have been in the toilet." "Ah, Jen, exciting news, I've just uploaded the second episode of my board games review show." "Care to have a look?" "That was fast." "Seems like only yesterday that we had to sit through the last one." "It was three months ago, Jen." "Really?" "It feels like it just happened." "Roy, did you hear that?" "Moss has done his board game review show again." "I'm not watching that." "I'm not watching that again." "Jesus Christ, we don't have to watch it, do we?" "We only sat through the first one the other day." "It was three months ago." "My God!" "Wow, it feels like it just ended." "It was so boring!" "It was like being insane, it was so insanely boring!" "Roy's not a fan but you said you liked it." "Where did you get your coffee?" "A new place." "Any good?" "Really good." "You specifically said, and I quote," ""You must show me the next one, Moss." Did I?" "Did I really?" "My God!" "Oh, if you'll excuse me, that'll be my lady love from the seventh floor." "That's going well?" "Oh, yeah!" "He's cock-a-hoop over this Sheila." "OK, so that'll be over soon, then." "Hey, I'll have you know that Alice is nuts about me." "She thinks that I'm emotionally artistic." "Well, what does that mean?" "Erm, she said that emotionally I was on the artistic spectrum." "I think it means that I'm creative about my feelings, you know, more in tune with her wants and needs than most men." "Oh, she's rung out..." "That keeps happening." "All right, if I'd said I'd watch it, then I suppose that's what I'm going to have to do." "That's the spirit, Jen." "Come on, let's get it over with." "Now, keep an open mind." "I know the first show was a bit "bare boned" but I think you'll really enjoy my new episode, or "webisode", if you prefer." "I don't prefer that, no-one does." "Come on, come on, sooner it starts, sooner it's over." "Game board." "Game... game... game..." "Game..." "Board." "Game..." "Board." "Game..." "Board." "Board... board... board... board..." "Hello and welcome to Games Board." "Today on the show, we have..." "So, guys..." "I've been playing..." "What's coming up on the show... ..guys?" "I've..." "I've been playing Ports of Essen." "A strategic trading game, where each player takes the role of a Danish fishing port merchant in the 16th century." "And for a change of pace, I've been looking at the expansion to" "Textile Merchant, Norfolk Edition." "Two games by Reiner Kiniksi?" "Hold on to your hat, it's going to be a bumpy..." "Let's talk about components." "Shouldn't we do rules before components?" "It won't make any sense if we do it before the rules." "Don't forget to cut this conversation." "What?" "Well, don't let the actual programme..." "How long is this?" "Even hearing it is bad." "I need to stop hearing it." "Sorry, Moss, I can't do it, it's unbearable." "Where are you going?" "I'm jealous of your coffee." "You literally can't watch it?" "I literally can't watch it." "So what can we do to make it better?" "Well, I don't want to say anything that might hurt your feelings." "It's all right, I can take it, Jen." "I'm a big boy." "Well, as I say, it's slow, it's so slow." "OK, good, it is a bit slow, we can work on that." "And I guess the other thing is that it's terrible." "It's slow and terrible." "If a friend asked me to describe it, I'd say it's a slow, terrible thing on the internet, that I could only watch for a minute." "Is this helpful?" "So helpful!" "God!" "Slow, terrible, could only watch it for a minute." "Wow, a lot to get our teeth stuck into there." "OK, well, let's see if I can help you with anything else." "Erm, none of you are any good in front of a camera." "None of us, yeah..." "You've got really annoying voices." "The voices are a pain, yes." "And I guess that's because you haven't got any confidence." "No confidence." "I mean, if there's one thing you need, it's confidence." "It is confidence." "Absolutely." "Well, Jen, I can only thank you, once again..." "And another thing..." "I'm not listening any more!" "Douglas, you're encourageable." "I'm encourageable?" "You're Raymond Peterfellow, owner of the finest lap-dancing establishments in So-ho, if anyone's encourageable it's you, you perfumed porno vampire." "Perfumed porno vampire, I like that." "So you're thinking of having 500 of these travelling across London?" "That's what I said." "Sexy and classy." "And that's difficult to pull off." "This will get people talking, all right." "Consider me one happy shareholder." "Right." "Oh, big party coming up on Thursday night, if you're up for it?" "Damn, I'm supposed to be doing Secret Millionaire." "BLEEP it, I'll cancel." "I'll tell my assistant." "Hi, Joan." "Jen." "I'm not your assistant, Mr Reynholm." "I want you to cancel Secret Millionaire for me." "I'm not your assistant, wouldn't know who to call." "Just say anything, work your usual magic." "Not your assistant." "I am not your..." "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought this was the toilet." "Didn't this used to be toilets?" "Yes, I moved my office here to be closer to the ladies toilets." "Must get someone to take that sign down." "What's wrong with you, Ross?" "Small mocha, please." "Small mocha, please." "Okey-dokey." "Or medium..." "Yeah, you know what?" "I've changed my mind, I think I'll have a medium." "So, you don't want a small one?" "Small's fine, small is just as good, so I'll... just..." "Yes, that is what I'll have, I'll have a small mocha, my little man." "My good man." "OK, coming up." "Got it?" "OK." "Fuck's sake." "Thank you for the virgin gin and tonic." "I suppose you could just call it tonic." "Yes." "So, Ross, how goes it in the world of computers?" "Or PC world, if you will?" "We're all very happy, thank you, Mr Reynholm." "Very happy indeed." "Forget this "we" malarky, I'm talking to you, Ross." "Are you happy?" "Very happy, thank you, Mr Reynholm." "Look, I'm not your boss." "We're just a couple of guys, a couple of guys, shooting this shit, now tell me the truth." "Well, I suppose, sometimes I do feel I lack a little confidence." "I know, it's silly." "No, I've just realised what a funny voice you have." "Now, Ross, I'm going to tell you something." "Confidence is a confidence trick." "Look at me, what do you see?" "A man who inherited his father's successful business." "Wasn't that successful." "It was pretty successful." "A lot more successful than it is now, that's for sure." "All right, all right, just say the right thing." "Say the thing I want you to say." "Say, "A confident man", say "A confident man"." "A confident man." "I wasn't always this way." "There was a time when I was just like you." "But then I discovered the secret." "And, Ross, I'm going to tell you what that secret is but you must keep it to yourself." "I will take my ears to the grave." "Two words." "Women's slacks." "I'm sorry?" "Women's slacks." "Women's slacks?" "Yes." "I'm wearing women's slacks." "You're wearing women's slacks?" "Yes." "That's nothing like what I thought you were going to say." "Is it not?" "It is not." "I thought you were going to give me a book recommendation, or something." "Book recommendation?" "I can't read." "No, I don't know what it is, but women's slacks give me the confidence I need to survive in a tough business world." "They're lighter, airier and less constricted than men's trousers and I'm pretty sure it doesn't make me a transvestite." "Look at that shit, look at it." "I can't..." "How am I supposed to..." "It looks like he milked a cow over it." "You're so fussy about coffee." "It's very annoying." "It's ruined." "He ruined my coffee." "Don't just chuck it like that." "That fellow shouldn't be allowed to be a barista." "Why not?" "Because he's too small, Jen." "He's clearly too small to be a barista." "What?" "You're being a bit of a small person racist, Roy." "A small person racist?" "That's not a thing." "You can't have tiny baristas, Jen." "For God's sake, the man works with steam." "I'm going to have to have a word with him." "Have a word with him?" "That's right." "About his height?" "I think he'd appreciate the feedback." "About his height?" "That's not what people do, Roy." "Well, I'm not people, Jen, and I think that's a good thing." "I'm not afraid to cut through the bullshit." "I bet this is exactly what Alison was talking about." "Autistic." "She said, "Autistic." That's what happened." "No, I don't think so." "There is no artistic spectrum." "But she's so..." "Did she say it during an argument, by any chance?" "She did say it during a..." "She did say it..." "You know what was weird, was we were having quite a big argument and then suddenly, out of nowhere, she paid me that lovely compliment." "Hey, baby." "Oh, oh, good, good, yes." "Sure, yeah, I'd love to." "Yes, OK, well I'll see you there." "What?" "Why?" "No." "Hello?" "Alice?" "That was weird." "What?" "OK, so, what the hell is that?" "So she tells me that her grandfather died, she wants me to go to the funeral." "I say that I'd be delighted, and then she hangs on me." "Her grandfather's funeral?" "Yeah." "That's what you were just talking about just there." "That's right." "You sounded like you were being invited to Glastonbury." "Oh, funerals are sad." "You did not sound sad." "I wasn't concentrating." "Emotionally artistic?" "You're emotionally colour-blind, that's what you are." "Maybe I am emotional colour-blind." "I was about to confront that little man." "I know." "I was going to give him shit about his height." "Glad you realise now how inappropriate that would've been." "I'll just leave him a note." "I'm here on purpose." "Oh, yes." "I'm interested in women's slacks." "I see." "I'd like..." "Sorry." "Hot ear." "I'd like to buy a pair of women's slacks." "For me, not for a woman." "Oh, yes, well, that shouldn't be a problem." "I'm not trying to look like a woman." "I understand." "I'm not a confident man." "Quite." "Well, let's see what we can do for you." "I don't know about this." "Oh, just ask them, Jen." "Me and Juan, we have a thing." "I don't want another splashy-splashy coffee from the teeny-tiny coffee man." "Poor woman." "No, no, no, don't give her money." "You're not supposed to do that." "I'm actually a person, Roy, with human feelings." "I'm sorry, I thought you were..." "I don't know what to do." "Here's £5." "Do you want £5?" "I don't know if you want money." "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "What happened?" "Never mind, just go." "What do you think?" "I think... you just sold a brother some slacks." "Help, help, get off me!" "Let go." "You're a bully." "Need to save that old woman, but I have no confidence." "Hey!" "Thank you." "Hey, come, come, no queue for you." "Come on." "Hello, Juan." "I'm with her." "It must be my birthday." "I get to see you twice so quick." "Back again." "Same as usual, please." "Could I ask you a huge favour and ask you to make Roy's coffee for him, too?" "I've been going on and on about you." "And I like what I heard." "Would that be OK?" "Would you mind?" "Of course, anything for you, my sweet." "OK." "Slippery fingers." "It's all right." "It's not all right." "Look, it looks like me with a beard." "I don't want this." "It's horrible." "Oh, my God!" "I didn't mean to." "I don't hate you." "None of this is on purpose." "What can I do?" "Let me give you some money." "Here's £10." "Oh, my God!" "I'm not with her." "Oi!" "Oi!" "Did you write this comment?" "What?" "No." "You've got a problem with smaller people?" "I don't have a problem with small people, OK?" "I don't." "I just don't want you making my coffee." "Because you're bad at it." "You're bad at making coffee." "You're too small." "You're too small to make good coffee." "You know what?" "Up yours." "No!" "Little man, watch out!" "It's being called the viral video of the year." "A woman throws her coffee onto a tramp and then a man has an argument with a small barista." "You're just too small." "The barista goes to cross the road and is hit by a van with breasts." "The woman who's been dubbed by various online commentators as Coffee Tramp Toss Bitch has not been identified, while the man known as Small Person Racist was also..." "Small people are not a race." "This isn't Game Of Thrones." "They're actually calling me a bitch on the news." "What the hell happened there?" "How did you find out it was us?" "It's all here in the weekly surveillance report." "What's going on, Joan?" "I expect better from my assistant." "I'm not your assistant." "My name isn't Joan." "What's your beef with the homeless?" "I don't have any homeless beef." "Ah, so it's women you hate." "Well, that I can understand." "Whoa, whoa, you record our e-mails and tape our phone calls?" "All right, dry your eyes, Bono." "If you've nothing to hide, you've nothing to fear." "It wasn't my fault Mr Renholm." "I would never throw coffee over a homeless woman." "I would never abuse a small person, certainly not enough to make a van with tits hit him." "Although, I suppose I sort of did." "I sort of did my one, too." "It's frustrating that we did both of our things." "Yes, it is." "All right, spare me." "I was young once, but if this gets out, this could deeply damage" "Renholm Industry's ability to make that product that we make." "What do you want us to do, Mr Renholm?" "Don't do anything." "Stay out of trouble and remain there." "There are places lower than the basement." "Stop worrying, Jen." "Nobody can make us out in that video." "It's just like early footage of happy slapping." "Just relax." "I can't relax." "It's all right for you." "I have plans." "I want to get up there." "I will not be a social piranha." "A what, now?" "Jim, take a look at this." "What is it?" "It's the new-look game board." "200,000 views?" "I know." "It's a bit different." "Check it out." "Game board." "Shut the fridge." "It's..." "Game board." "BLEEP game board." "Say what?" "Wow!" "You all seem different somehow." "Yes." "We're all wearing women's trousers." "Oh." "Right." "Hey, what's going on?" "Let's get the game board." "He is..." "Newton Sinclair." "This guy is..." "Roger Booth." "And I guess I'm still Maurice Moss." "Are you wearing your trousers now?" "I couldn't wear them all the time, Jen" " I'd have a heart attack." "No, they're safely locked away in my fortress of solitude." "It's funny - when I wear them, I'm a dynamo." "A young Leonard Kravitz, people hanging off my every word." "And then as soon as I take them off, I'm just back to being the same..." "She's gone, hasn't she?" "She's gone." "She went quite a while ago." "Yeah." "Oh, Michael Buble's here." "No, no, it's a funeral, Moss." "I have to go to this funeral for Alice's grandfather and I'm not looking forward to it." "Funerals are pain in the crack." "Even in the best of circumstances, they're no picnic, but now I've got Alice on my arse, like the emotion police." "I'm going to have to look convincingly sad for the majority of the day." "She's not going to expect me to cry, is she?" "No." "What if she does?" "I can't cry on cue." "What do I do then?" "Do what I do when I need to cry." "Use a mild pepper-spray solution." "Now that makes sense." "See?" "That makes more sense than having to feel something." "Do you have any of that stuff here?" "Why do you think we have a mini-fridge?" "Good evening." "You've got quite a lot of it." "I suppose I have made quite a lot of it." "And what's in here?" "Just Tabasco, wasabi and a bit of tear gas." "Those sound like bad things to put in your eyes." "It's extremely mild." "It's mainly water." "OK, I'll take it as a last resort." "As a last resort?" "In case I find myself out of my emotional death." "There you go." "All right." "Thanks, Moss." "Bye." "Bye." "Oh, don't forget to add the water." "Oh, poor Pip Pop." "Sorry, what?" "Pip Pop..." "We always called him Pip Pop because he was so short." "All of my family on that side are really short." "Is that right?" "Oh..." "Oh, Alice." "Shh..." "Oh!" "Roy, are you all right?" "Holy...!" "Yeah, it just really hurts." "Oh, darling." "Oh, it hurts." "I know." "I know." "Oh..." "Oh, Christ, why is this happening?" "'Will we ever find out just who this person was?" "'Unfortunately, with current technology we can't depixelate 'the picture, so it's very unlikely we'll ever find out 'the identity of this dreadful ginger cow.'" "Oh, are you still crying?" "I don't seem to be able to stop." "One of the pallbearers wasn't able to make it." "Oh..." "Look, I know this is a bit weird." "Do you mind stepping in?" "I'm happy to." "I mean, I'm certainly happy to." "Yeah, that's fine." "That's fine." "Hi, thanks so much for helping us out." "No problem." "Hey!" "Hello." "Oh, there's another one." "Hi." "Have you seen the pallbearers?" "Yeah." "So you guys and me, we are going to carry the coffin together?" "Yes." "We are going to put the casket on our collective shoulders and walk in a straight line with it?" "No, it didn't go well, Jen." "It didn't go well at all." "I mean, thanks for asking, but no, it wasn't a success." "It wasn't a successful funeral for me." "It didn't have the required gravitas." "Gravitas?" "No, no." "It wasn't very dignified." "It wasn't dignified at all, Jen." "If I had to pick a word to describe Pip Pop's final journey to the grave, it would be "funny"." "It was so funny, Jen." "Of course, I tried not to laugh and I tried to put other things in my head, but every step that we took was a fresh reminder of just how funny the whole thing was!" "You didn't laugh, did you?" "I laughed my hole off." "I can't believe she's still with you." "I suppose, but, I mean, I'm hanging on by a thread, Jen." "I think I'll just get through it as long as nothing else bad happens." "There's the phone now." "'The new footage has led to the pair being identified," "'Jen Barber and Roy Trenneman, both employees at Reynholm Industries.'" "What the hell were you thinking?" "I told you to keep a low profile and you do it again!" "No, no, no, no, no, it's new footage, Mr Reynholm." "Bum your excuses!" "Reynholm Industries has a reputation to uphold." "We're not News International, for Christ's sake!" "I'm going to have to do Secret "Pissing" Millionaire now just to undo your damage!" "And I'm missing out on a massive party!" "You're no longer my assistant." "I'm furious." "And I'll tell you something else, when I return from the estate, it's... ..for you." "Oh..." "Oh!" "Hello, hey, baby." "Oh, yeah, of course." "No, absolutely." "All right, OK." "Bye-bye." "She left you?" "She did." "Yeah." "As the identities of Coffee Toss Tramp Bitch and Small Person Racist are finally revealed, we at Channel 4 News ask," ""What the hell is wrong with people?"" "I've got a lot of new followers on Chitter." "Loads more followers, yeah." "They're all very abusive." "They wish we were dead." "Wait." "What?" "Chitter." "We can use Chitter to explain ourselves." "Yeah." "Chitter is the perfect place to explain a complex situation." "I know that." ""I didn't mean to throw coffee on that woman." ""I didn't know she was there." ""I went back to try and find her but..."" "Oh..." "Too many characters." "Too many characters." "Got it." ""Hate the homeless." ""And I suppose I hate women, too?" ""LOL."" "Send." "Whoa." "You didn't just send that, did you?" "Yes." "That didn't sound so good." "People get the sense of it, that's the thing about Chitter." "It's best if you're conversational and off-the-cuff." "Here it is." "Oh..." "You didn't put a question mark after the first sentence." "You don't need to use proper grammar on Chitter." "What you've Chitted here, Jen, is," ""Hate the homeless and I suppose I hate women, too." "LOL."" "Phew, I'm glad all that's over." "You're too small, you're just too small!" "You're too small, too small, too small..." "'Which then leads to him being hit by a van with tits.'" "And now Anonymous are after us." "Well, that's just ideal." "Oh, a bunch of nerds sitting at their computer, what can they do?" "We pissed off the Internet, Jen." "The Internet is coming to get us!" "Well, let's get IT before IT gets us." "What are you...?" "Oh, I don't want Anonymous after me." "I am inanonymous..." "I think." "Let's hide it." "What?" "The Internet." "Oh..." "Because we told you that was the Internet?" "Yes." "We never told you it wasn't the Internet?" "No." "Well, the thing is, Jen... that's not the Internet." "What's Jen doing with the Internet?" "We're not doing that." "Oh..." "Cricket!" "Right, don't be scared, yeah." "We're all friends here." "Tell Dougie your story?" "OK, but who is he again?" "I'm just your average social worker." "Yes, just in the area having a look around." "Please just pretend I'm not here." "Do you ever have anyone come round and help you and stuff?" "Granddad, sometimes." "He's hardly around." "What about your dad?" "He's never around, either..." "Sorry, my friend, I need to stop you there." "I must take this." "Reynholm..." "What?" "Well, increase the bid." "I don't care what I said the ceiling was." "I want that artwork by Madonna." "Now, 22 million is the minimum but I'm happy to go to 50." "In fact, make 50 the new minimum." "Yes, yes." "I can't talk right now." "I'm doing Secret Millionaire." "That's very sad." "Do you want to shut up, we're filming Secret Millionaire." "Check your privilege." "How am I finding it so far?" "To be honest with you, it's not as god-awful as I thought it would be." "People have been terribly nice." "They're actually quite clean." "I have been invited to a party this evening." "The last party I ever went to was when Elton John's dog had a baby." "I tell a lie." "The last party I went to was when" "Conrad Black got arrested." "Conrad Black, who's that?" "Oh, no-one, just an old friend." "Let's get in there." "Yeah, sure." "So I thought with Game Board's increased viewership, perhaps it would be a good place to put my side of the story and show the world I'm not the monster I'm currently supposed to be." "Boo!" "Boo!" "Don't boo, please." "That is a horrible T-shirt." "So the question everyone is asking, Jen Barber, do you hate women?" "Oh..." "Thank you, Jen Barber." "Coming up, what was it like to be a 14th-century grain merchant?" "Wait, I don't know if that was clear." "Sorry, it's these trousers." "They make me want to move onto the next item." "It's better broadcasting and the slacks know it!" "Coming up." "Will you stop saying, "Coming up"." "Next..." "I don't know if they got my point!" "Oh, gosh!" "Oh!" "Oh, gosh." "Richmond, do you work here or not?" "I don't get paid, but I like to come in." "So that Goth thing didn't work out?" "Does it look like it worked out?" "Anyway, how have you guys been?" "Everyone thinks I'm a misogynist." "Roy lost his girlfriend because he's emotionally colour-blind and Moss is wearing trousers that make him good at telly." "Any gossip?" "What's going on with you?" "Oh, you know, keeping busy, voice-over work mainly." "Really, how did that happen?" "Someone just noticed I had a beautiful voice." "Oh, Richmond." "Things aren't going well at all." "Just get in there." "It's just not the same when you guys aren't together." "Anyway, if you want me, you know where I am." "I don't, though, Richmond." "Don't..." "lurk!" "Where did he go?" "Where did who go?" "Does it ever seem to you that the things that happen to us are sort of... strange?" "How so, Roy?" "Well... remember when I had to pretend to be disabled and I ended up in Manchester?" "That wasn't a normal thing to happen, was it?" "Or when you ended up spending the night in that arcade machine." "That was odd." "I suppose those were unusual events." "And this is strange." "What's happening to us right now is strange, isn't it?" "Well, at least, it'll all be over soon." "Douglas is bound to fire us when he gets back." "Come on, guys, this isn't us." "Are we just going to sit here and take it?" "What do we normally do when we get into a scrape?" "We normally make things worse and worse and then it ends." "No, we don't." "We stick together." "That doesn't sound like us." "OK, enough..." "Come on, who are we?" "Who are we?" "I want to hear you say it!" "We're the IT..." "We're the IT..." "..Department." "You're goddamn right we are!" "Are you wearing women's slacks?" "Yes, I am." "This is exactly what I'm talking about." "Let's get into a car and cruise around." "How to get into a car?" "Smash a window." "Great idea." "That's the one." "I'm such an idiot." "I've got a robot hand." "Hang on a second." "This is MY car." "Oh, shit." "Wow-wow-wow." "It's all right, everyone, be cool." "I'll handle this." "Take that." "It's all right, Officer, I'm doing Secret Millionaire." "Come on, come on, come on, people." "What's going on?" "Come on, come on, come on, people." "How long has he been wearing the trousers?" "He won't take them off." "OK, come on, come on, come on..." "What's going on, what's going on?" "We don't know what's happening." "OK, come on." "To every problem, there's a solution." "What's our problem here?" "What's our problem?" "Everyone thinks I'm a cow who hates women." "You're a cow." "Terrible cow." "Women, OK." "Roy, hurt me." "Erm, the woman I love thinks that I hate small people." "Small people, thank you, Roy." "I'm probably going to die alone in front of computer pornography?" "I'll just draw a sad face." "OK, so what do women and small people both like?" "What do they both like?" "Chairs." "Films." "I really don't know." "I'll tell you." "It's just they seem like very different groups." "Very different groups." "Not being attacked." "They both love not being attacked." "Well, I can't speak for small people, obviously, but as a woman," "I certainly like not being attacked." "Where are you going with this, Moss?" "I'll tell you exactly where I'm going with this, Roy." "I'm saying that we use this brief window, while Douglas is away, to produce a pepper-spray solution for small women, using that stuff I gave Roy earlier." "That sounds really weird." "Jen Barber, not a hater of women but their defender, their champion." "I love it now." "And I can do a massive presentation." "A self-defence pepper spray for small women suits my purposes also." "It will show Alice that I care and, as a woman with small relatives, she's sure to come to Jen's presentation." "You know, when I first stocked that mini-fridge with pepper-spray solution," "I thought I'd made too much... but only now do I realise that I'd made exactly the right amount for our current purposes." "It almost seems like it's too good an idea." "You see what we can do when we work together?" "With my business acumen..." "My scientific know-how..." "And I'm also here..." "We can do anything!" "Yes!" "Yes!" "I need a trouser break." "You coming, Roy?" "I can't seem to get the wording of this speech to Alice right." "You're doing a speech?" "Yeah, I need to show her that I'm not emotionally colour-blind." "I'm actually a very sensitive human man, and she needs to know that." "Oooh, what's a more romantic word for "knockers"?" "A MORE romantic word?" "Come on, guys." "Let's protect women!" "I'll meet you up there." "Good luck." "Thanks." "Eartha Kitts!" "Right, is everything ready?" "Yeah, well, I've got the posters up and I've put gift bags with pepper spray beside each chair." "Now, I think it was a master stroke to put the spray in these elegant bottles." "Why not look stylish while you defend yourself?" "Something's bothering me, though." "Are we missing something that's very obviously wrong with this idea?" "I really don't think so." "Oh, look, here comes everyone." "Hello, and welcome to this very special presentation for women by a woman, me a woman, who loves women." "By your seats you'll find a gift bag, and in that gift bag you'll find our very exciting new product." "No, don't do that." "No, you're not supposed to..." "Yes!" "I have some things I have to say to you!" "No, I need to go." "No, you are going nowhere." "Now, I know in the past that you have accused me of being emotionally colour-blind." "Shut up and listen." "But now I've changed - my sight is perfect." "Now I know what was wrong with the idea." "With your sweet lips and, of course, your lovely bangers," "I know you're the one for me." "I'm in terrible pain." "Me, too, Alice, me, too, but that ends now." "It ends now." "That could not have gone better." "Oh, no, Roy, that didn't go well at all." "Oh, right, because we're going to lose our jobs." "Argh!" "Mr Reynholm..." "So, that's the thing." "I gave the boy the can of lager, so technically I'm guilty of corrupting a minor." "So it's the reason why I bought the tramp uniform and I've had to make myself scarce." "So, you need somewhere to hide out?" "Yeah, somewhere off-piste." "Somewhere where no-one will find you." "Bottom of the world." "You can use our office if you'd like." "Whoo." "Well, I'll need someone to take care of business upstairs." "We're not doing anything." "Well, this is perfect." "My wonderful assistant, Joan, and her two friends, Ross." "I'm going to go and piss around on the internet but actually I'll need some food." "I've already eaten one of the toys in here." "Did he just say what I think he said?" "I wasn't really listening." "Is this..." "Is what's happening good now?" "Is this good?" "Yes, it's a very good outcome." "Oh, my God!" "I think we've come out on top, I can't believe it." "We've come out on top." "'Jen Barber.'" "Oh, I forgot about you." "Oh, God, that's impressive." "They're actually watching us." "Hey, mate, am I an anonymous?" "Silence, you person wasters." "Greetings, Jen Barber." "This is your sentence." "You've been found guilty of the most appalling lack of basic human kindness and decency." "Come in." "Shush, you." "Peter, what are you doing in there?" "Shut up!" "You've been there for hours." "I'm doing something." "Go away!" "Peter, your mum and I are worried about you." "Get out." "You need to get off this computer." "Who is this?" "Are these your friends?" "I'm sorry." "Peter can't play any more." "He's coming outside." "'You said I could stay here as long as I wanted.'" "We said that you had to come out." "'..do my homework..." "'I've done my homework..." "'I know my rights...'" "This internet's not working." "I can't connect." "Just try turning it off and on again." "Thanks, Ross." "Reynholm Industries is changing." "New opportunities, new faces, a new direction." "A better workplace environment." "Exciting new products." "An inclusive hiring policy..." "I am sounding happy?" "Can you be a little bit more..." "Yeah, this is me being happy." "Just be a bit more, I don't know..." "I'm being upbeat." "No, I just want you to speak..." "Ah, forget it, let's just stop."