The 7.39

I'm going to miss my train.

Ryan, I thought I got Mondays off.

I'm going to smell that all day now.

Cat food. Smell that.

Why would I want to do that?

I'm going grey.

So do what I do, dye it.

No, I don't mean just my hair,

I mean my face.

Look, skin's like window putty.

I look knackered.

Well, feel free to jump in any

time you want.

Actually, Ryan, if I could be alone?

No? Oh, OK. Hi.

I told you not to put

things in halfway through the cycle.

It's a washing cycle, isn't it?

There's nothing "eco" about it

if you have to wash it twice.

And will people leave the thermostat

alone, please?!

I'll See you tonight!

Bye!

See you later!

Anyone?

Anyone?

All right.

I've got total body pump at

10:
30 and boxercise at lunchtime.

Enjoy Boxercise. Go and make them

suffer.

I've got to go fight for a seat.

Kick them in the ankles.

Love you. Love you. No, love you.

I actually do have to go.

I know. See ya.

See ya.

Platform one for

the 07:
39 to...

Here we go. Elbows out.

.. A trolley service of drinks

and light refreshments is

available on this train.

This train is for London Waterloo.

Excuse me, you're in my seat.

Sorry, is it reserved?

I was just putting my coat up.

I don't see a reservation.

No, there are no reservations.

So it's your seat because?

Because I saw it first. You reserved

it with your magic eyes?

I was putting my coat up

and you barged in.

I didn't "barge" in.

Snuck in, sneaked, sneaked in.

I didn't "sneak", I sat down.

There are rules, etiquette,

otherwise it all becomes a bloody

free-for-all! No need to shout.

I'm not, I could just do without

this on a Mon...

Fine, just have it. Just have it.

No, no, no! If you need it

so badly, I'll just get up.

I'm actually getting off at the next

stop. Really? Yes.

Are you sure? Thank you.

That's very kind.

What a kind man. Thank you.

Very kind. Thank you.

Yeah, thank you.

So, everyone's happy.

This train is

approaching its final stop.

This is London Waterloo.

Change here for London Underground

services.

Please remember to take

all your personal items with you

when you leave the train.

Anyone drown? No.

But it's early.

Who leaves plasters in the pool?

It's the men.

With their verrucas

and their athlete's foot.

Pleasant journey, then?

Some man bawled at me

for sitting in his special seat.

I swear that commute's going

to kill me, Kerry.

Two hours a day breathing

into someone's armpit then home to

sit with Ryan and discuss confetti.

Let's talk about work.

I love work.

Who here likes their work?

Monday morning I wake with a

silly grin on my face

cos I get to see your lovely

fresh faces.

Bank holiday? Waste of time.

Easter, what's that about?

I love targets, deadlines,

I love it all.

But perhaps some of you haven't

noticed,

it is a competitive market.

And if anyone here thinks there's

time to sit around watching videos

of cats while our clients have got

properties standing empty -

7,000 square feet in Leyton,

this warehouse in Uxbridge -

then they are mistaken.

THESE rents pay your rent.

Sorry, Jubilee Line...

You stopped for coffee, Martin.

Now...

I've lost my train of

thought. We're finished.

Just erm...

get on with it, will you?

Look at him.

Can't even manage a hot drink.

One of your appointments, isn't he?

Well, he's a dead man walking, Carl.

Really?

What? You want me to erm...?

Would you mind, awfully?

Couldn't we just give him

a written warning?

What, another one?

They've just had a kid.

Well, if you're really worried,

tell him it's my bad.

No.

My responsibility.

"With great power comes great

responsibility. " Where's that from?

I don't know, I'm sorry. Spider-Man.

By end of week, if you please.

Candles and a live band.

It's your own little bistro.

What is this exactly?

Frere Jacques, I think.

No, I meant the black

stuff on the fish.

Tapenade. I know it looks like a

tanker disaster

but you can scrape it of with the back

of your knife - that's what I did.

No, I love it. A taste of the Med.

I need a new violin.

And where's our beloved son?

Play rehearsals.

Christ, not again.

I've only just got over Equus.

I said I need a new violin.

And how much is that going to

cost me? I don't know,?400?

I'm not made of money, Charlotte.

This one's awful.

Well, is that the violin's fault?

Just give it a break, will you,

maestro?

I'd pay her four hundred quid

to pack it in.

What?

It's expensive,

but the big plus is we can do

the whole wedding in the same venue.

Sal?

Look, they've had a cancellation

and we've got first refusal.

It's a bloody great castle, Ryan.

What, you think it's too much?

Not if we come under

attack by Vikings,

but it's just me and you getting

married.

"Just".

The thing is, I've done the big

wedding thing before.

The bagpipes and smoked salmon

for 200

and I hated every second of it. Not

with me! You weren't marrying me.

Which is exactly my point.

You know, it's different this time.

Do you know what I would love?

Me and you, sneaking into a registry

office on a Saturday afternoon.

I don't want to sneak anywhere.

I want the whole world to know.

Yeah, I want the world to know too.

I just don't want them all at the

reception.

I'm not doing this for fun,

I'm doing this cos I want everything

to be perfect. And it will be.

I just question

the need for a portcullis.

Oh, come on, don't sulk.

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