THAT'S SUCH A POINTLESS DEATH.

- SHE'S A GOOD COOK.
- SHE DOES A FANTASTIC ENGLISH BREAKFAST.

HAD A DISCUSSION ABOUT REINCARNATION
WITH A CHAP

CALM DOWN, LYNN!
YOU'RE SUFFERING FROM MINOR WOMEN'S WHIPLASH.

WITH A BOTTLE OF SCOTCH!

- NO, SORRY, YOU.
- YEAH, NAME OF HAYERS.

MY MOBILE WAS SWITCHED OFF FOR A REASON.
I WAS AT AN OWL SANCTUARY.

- HIS HOUSE?
- YES.

CAN I JUST SHOCK YOU? I LIKE WINE.

- ALL RIGHT, CHRIS!
- HELLO, ALAN. I DIDN'T KNOW YOU'D MOVED IN.

BECAUSE OF ALL THE CHEMICALS
YOU PUT IN THEIR CHIPS.

- SHOW LYNN.
- OH, YEAH.

FROM FAT, CHUBBY LADIES OF THE RENAISSANCE,
TO HARD-FACED CROMWELLIAN SOURPUSSES,

AND IT'S FINE TO JOIN IN.

ON NOW, AS WE LOOK BACK ON A FANTASTIC YEAR...
I'M GOING TO BE SICK AGAIN.

YEP, I'VE BEEN PUBIC FOR THIRTY-ONE YEARS.

THIS IS A ROMANTIC TRIBUTE...

THERE'S NO POINT PULLING IT.
HE'S DETERMINED TO MAKE IT REACH.