0:00
He came again, we had it out, I felt like death
0:01
He went on about why he had to tell her too risky and so on. That meant he had gone back to her, back to that
0:06
Pudding face, puffy spots, blubber mouth, jowls, no neck, dogs you could... He went on and on. I could hear a mower, an old hand mower
0:11
I stopped him and said that whatever I might feel, I had no silly threats to offer, but not much stomach for her leavings either
0:16
He thought that over for a bit. Calves like a flunky. When I saw her again, she knew she was looking..
0:20
Ah! Wretched. Pardon. Well
0:48
Were the words not humiliation enough, that you had to also put me in a pot
0:54
It's an urn. An urn. That is your defence, Sam? That it is an urn
1:02
Sorry, but I have to write what I see. This is... The other pot
1:13
Hi, Emma. I thought she was very brave. Thank you. It could not possibly have been more cowardly
1:25
Thank you for coming. Please, be kind in your review. We have a tax bill to settle in November
1:38
Well, it was very nice to meet you. Don't be absurd
