Love Punch

Thank you.

Hello.

Hello.

I'll have the same.

Ah, weddings!

Ah, weddings.

There is no one else

can take your place

Except 25-year-old

personal assistants

Natalie was after we split.

Minutes.

But well done for trying.

I heard the new one legged it.

Michaela and I have

parted company, yes.

These young women, they just can't

make up their minds, can they?

No.

You get me, Kate, though.

Or you used to.

That's because I'm a trained

child psychologist.

So, how's life for the nearly

retired corporate sellout?

Marvellous. I'm playing some

of the best golf of my life.

What?

- You're going to be so bored.

- I will not be bored.

- Totally and utterly bored.

- Rubbish!

- Bored.

- Rubbish.

- You look great, by the way.

- Oh, shut up.

Damn it! Still handsome.

- OK, so he's here.

- Who?

- Ken.

- Oh!

Is that him?

- He's got a nice body.

- Ken?

Pen's tennis coach.

It's time Kate fought

more aggressively.

Get out there.

I do get out there!

Taking your laptop out into the

garden is not getting out there.

Come on, you two!

Get back together.

- Come on, get back together.

- Not now, Jerry.

- Well, we live in hope. Just imagine.

- Oh!

- Oh, hello.

- Hi.

You're Ken, aren't you? Hello.

Oh! Wh... whoosh!

- Ah... flowers!

- Yeah, they're for you.

Oh, thank you.

They're... they're lovely.

- You're allergic.

- Only mildly.

Why is Kate holding flowers

when she's allergic?

Only mildly.

- I'm so sorry. I didn't know...

- No, no, no, it's fine.

It's not all flowers. Really, I like them.

I want them. I actually want them.

Why has Kate got flowers?

She's allergic.

- Only mildly.

- Don't!

Whatever you want

Whatever you like

Whatever you say, you pay your

money, you take your choice

Whatever you need

Whatever you use

Whatever you win

Whatever you lose

You're showing off

You're showing out

You look for trouble,

turn around, give me a shout

I take it all

You squeeze me dry

And now today you

couldn't even say goodbye

I could take you home on

the midnight train again

I could make an offer

you can't refuse

Whatever you want

I could take you home on

the midnight train again...

I could make an offer

you can't refuse

Whatever you want

Whatever you like...

Ah, Michaela!

I've come to take my car.

Move yours, it's blocking

mine. I want out.

- Uh-huh. Who's he?

- My new lover.

Bloody hell.

Can't you do that a bit louder, darling?

I don't think you've woken the whole street.

Come on, Mum. You're

supposed to be helping me.

I'm coming, I'm coming.

"Hello, Kate. My name is

Jean-Baptiste Durain.

"I'm 57 years old, live in Paris and

would love to converse with you."

Durain!

I take it all, you

squeeze me dry...

Well, this is a first.

I could take you home on

the midnight train again

I could make an offer

you can't refuse

Hey-hey!

Prodigal daughter departing for an

establishment of higher learning.

Hurrah for said person!

- Where is it you're going, again?

- Edinburgh.

Edinburgh. Oh, brilliant!

Yeah, cor... Brilliant!

Say yes to everything.

Go on, och aye to it all.

- Well, not everything, Jerry.

- No, of course not.

- Jerry! Here you are.

- What? No, I don't want that darling.

- What?

- It's boiling. No, I'm all right, thanks.

Anyway, Sophie, have a ball.

See you at Christmas, darling.

- See you, Uncle Jerry.

- Ho-ho!

Now, you haven't forgotten

about tomorrow night.

Ken's definitely coming.

Despite what happened with the

flowers, he's still keen.

All right. Well, second time lucky.

Smashing! That's my girl.

Seven o'clock at ours.

- I think that's her serve.

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