The Look of Love Page #5

whilst he had a wife?

Oh, any man who

would do that...

I thought you were

like other men,

- eager to start an affair...

- Quickly.

...as long as there were

no strings attached.

Leonard, Leonard!

Who are those women?

Oh, they're our neighbours.

We let them use the swimming pool.

- They're very liberated.

- Mmm! Liberated from their clothes.

Leonard, I need a huge favour.

You need a place to hide

from this nasty story

- that's going around

about you. - Yes.

Well, it's clear to me,

George, you've made a fool out of me

and I'm leaving you.

And I'm leaving you.

Oh, no, you're not.

I'm leaving you.

And I'm leaving you,

Yvonne, after all.

- In my house with my best friend.

- Absolute nonsense!

It was I, yes, I who spent

the night with him...

- ... lovely boy.

- Rusty! You fancy a drink?

- Er... Oh! How are you?

- I'm celebrating.

- Yeah. You want to join us for a drink?

- Oh, yeah, come on.

Dave can look after here.

It's dead tonight anyway.

- Ladies.

- Yeah, thanks, darling.

Oh, look at this.

Thank you.

Where did you find this lot?

Vienna. Vienna, yes.

- Must have cost you a few bob.

- No, no.

Just shipping and packing.

And that's just the women.

Oh, I'd like a big snake like that.

Wouldn't you, Jean?

Yeah, I bet you do.

Here's the papers, Mr Raymond.

Right, here we go.

"Hoot or miss?

"Pyjama Tops is the worst acted farce

I have ever seen on any stage

"in the last 25 years. "

- Ooh!

- That's rubbish.

"It is littered with arbitrary

displays of naked flesh. "

Well, he's not wrong there.

To be described as the worst

play in the last 25 years

is almost as good as being described

as the best play in the last 25 years.

Because people

are going to talk about it,

and that's all that matters.

Here's to the worst play

in the last 25 years.

To the worst play.

Bottoms up. Literally.

- Bye.

- Have a good weekend.

- Bye, Annabell.

- Bye, love.

- Hello, Amber.

- Hello.

Congratulations on a very

successful first week.

- Thank you very much.

- Yes.

Anyway I got this bottle of

chilled vintage champagne

and the Rolls is outside and I thought

perhaps, you know, we could...

celebrate.

The audience really lapped it up,

didn't they?

You soaked the first three rows.

- You know, I actually own the theatre.

- Oh, really?

- Oh, yes, yes.

- Wow.

- The Windmill Theatre, you know that?

- Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, that's... that's one of mine.

- The Revue Bar, of course.

- Yes.

- Yes.

- Raymond's Revue Bar.

I am probably one of the biggest

show producers in the UK.

Wow.

So tell me all about yourself,

warts and all.

- Gosh. Um...

- Actually, skip the warts.

Well, once I was a nanny

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