1. Hello. Happy Christmas.
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2. - Can I come in yet, Mark?
- Yes, you can come in yet.
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3. There... um... there wasn't
anything at the end of my bed
when I woke up.
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4. - It's in here.
- Oh, brilliant. And you saw?
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5. Yes, yes, you woke me at 5.30
when you came in.
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6. I've been trying to get
to sleep since 6
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7. by reading about Wilson's
trade union reforms, but...
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8. Marr is so damn readable.
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9. Shit. Sorry, dude. Ooh!
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10. Slim but promising, Mark!
Slim but promising!
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11. Jez, what are you...?
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12. We're going to open them
in bed, aren't we?
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13. - What if our feet touch?
- If our feet touch, we fuck,
obviously.
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14. Come on! Dive in!
Let the festivities begin!
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15. Wow! Jez, this is lovely.
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16. Cognac. Wow.
That's my favorite.
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17. I know. Ooh,
smells interesting!
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18. It looks like fire-lighters,
but what is it?
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19. Fire-lighters.
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20. In case we get a barbecue?
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21. Outside, on the... bit.
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22. Oh...
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23. Right.
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24. - Roy Adkins on Trafalgar?
- I heard you talking
about it!
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25. That's just tremendously
thoughtful, Jeremy.
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26. - What are these?
- Kitchen tongs. We need them.
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27. You bought yourself
some kitchen tongs?
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28. Oh, and yes, I remember
you getting this ScotRail
sleeping mask
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29. when you went on ScotRail
overnight to Aberdeen.
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30. Yeah. Yeah. That's right.
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31. You know, in my family
we do sort of jokey
stockings.
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32. Right. In mine
we sort of try quite hard.
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33. He's trying to strangle
my Christmas with Sellotape.
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34. I might save the rest.
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35. It's not fair. That's just
aggressive generosity
designed to make me feel bad.
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36. Sorry, this is my first
Christmas without Mum...
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37. Cos she's sailing round
the Med with Mr. Potato Head.
Yes, I know, Jez.
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38. Oh, wow, so you got it in,
in the end?
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39. It's quite a specimen.
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40. Mm-hm. Quite a specimen.
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41. I thought about trimming
the top off but it felt like
I was castrating Christmas.
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42. - You know, chopping
Santa's bollocks off.
- Sure.
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43. You're not going to cry,
are you?
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44. I'm fine.
It's just, even though
I'm looking at the tree,
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45. I'm just not...
I'm not getting it yet.
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46. - Horny?
- Christmassy, Mark.
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47. I'm not getting
the Christmassy feeling.
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48. Let's crank up Classic FM.
Let's get our Christmas on!
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49. Now, Sarah, if I scrape
together the shortbread
from Aberdeen '09
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50. and this unread
SuperFreakonomics,
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51. we can pretend I thought
she'd like, even though
she'll hate it,
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52. then that's an acceptable
bundle.
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53. Nice to have your family here
for Christmas.
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54. Not really. But the point is,
I'm in charge!
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55. I've launched
the Christmas putsch.
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56. I carve the turkey,
I decide what veg we have.
No cauliflower.
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57. No-one else has it,
it's not a tradition.
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58. - Christmas is coming home!
Ding Dong Merrily on Mark!
- Exactly.
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59. Right, we need to get the
oven on for lunch at one.
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60. Yeah, right!
Lunch is at three.
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61. - You do presents first.
- No, Jez. Presents after.
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62. Then charades. Then the lull,
the Low Countries,
then the row,
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63. the cold cuts, then, bang!
Into a blockbuster to see you
home!
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64. - That's not my Christmas
because...
- That's what we're doing.
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65. Don't let him spoil it.
Don't let him rile me.
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66. Not today. Not on Christmas!
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67. - Where's the turkey, Jeremy?
- What?
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68. - Where's the turkey?
- I thought you were getting
it.
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69. You what?
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70. No turkey?
You fucking idiot, Jeremy!
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71. You total fucking idiot!
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72. That was your job,
you fucking moron! You cretin!
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73. You're a fuckhead! That's
what you are! A fucking
shithead!
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74. It was a joke, Mark.
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75. I was joking.
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76. It was a Christmas joke.
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77. Oh, I see. Oh.
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78. Of course I've got a turkey.
It's an organic turkey.
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79. I took ages researching it
online. It's going to be
delicious.
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80. That looks like
a lovely turkey.
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81. I'm sorry. I...
flew off the handle a bit.
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82. That wasn't very Christmassy.
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83. No, it wasn't. I apologize.
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84. Wow, she's really sweaty. A
lovely, sweaty Christmas gift.
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85. I shouldn't hang around too
long. I've got to get ready
for a day out with the folks.
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86. Stomach pump for Mum.
Taser to demobilize Dad.
Families!
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87. God, yeah! The year Dad's
British Aerospace shares
went kaput,
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88. he said we couldn't afford
an M&S Christmas pudding,
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89. but Mum bought a secret one
and steamed it in the garage.
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90. We would've got away with it,
but he smelled it
on Sarah's breath
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91. and wouldn't talk to us
till Boxing Day.
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92. God. Dads!
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93. Huh! Yeah. Right.
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94. So... Happy Christmas!
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95. Oh, wow...
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96. Thanks.
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97. Happy Christmas.
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98. It's just a little thing.
I did get you another thing
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99. but the stupid thing
didn't arrive in time.
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100. - Oh. Right.
- It is gold.
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101. Oh! Well, that sounds nice.
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102. Can't go wrong with
precious metals,
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103. cos when civilization
collapses,
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104. I can use it to barter my way
out of sexual assaults!
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105. Ha! Exactly!
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106. Probably take the gold,
then shoot her.
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107. Oh, right, yeah.
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108. FlashForward box set.
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109. It's meant to be amazing.
Shall we do it this week?
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110. Sure, it's just...
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111. we watched all the Losts
and they were... somewhat OK.
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112. And Hero had
some interesting themes,
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113. but also quite a lot of
not so interesting themes.
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114. And Prison Break - by the end
I very much felt that I wanted
to break out of the prison
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115. that Prison Break
had become for us...
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116. and it's just... don't you
think, maybe we should...
go out?
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117. Where to?
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118. To... not the theatre,
obviously.
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119. But...
the National Army Museum?
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120. You'd rather go to the
National Army Museum
than stay in bed
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121. and watch FlashForward and
drink brandy? Are you
bonkers?
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122. Dobby, where do you see
yourself in five years?
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123. I mean, for example, would
you want to learn sailing at
all? Or golf?
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124. I wouldn't mind getting
a strap-on and you and me
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125. spit-roasting Cameron
for the Boden catalogue.
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126. Is that the sort of thing
you have in mind?
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127. She is great.
But where does it end?
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128. With us sailing the
Caribbean, checking our
pension pot online?
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129. Or much more likely,
trying to scrape a living
on pub quiz machines
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130. from our vast knowledge
of popular culture
and bar snacks.
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131. - Oh, man!
- What?
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132. My sister's car's broken
down.
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133. She got to my Mum and Dad
in Lancaster,
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134. - but they're stuck at
Charnock Richard.
- Oh, shit.
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135. I won't go to the Dorchester
to eat Christmas lunch alone
like a millionaire madwoman.
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136. Should invite her
to stay here...
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137. And I've missed the moment.
Right there. Missed it.
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138. I'm already going to have
a nervous breakdown
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139. with my family and Tiny Tim
Jeremy and the turkey.
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140. Why add a dangerous
unstable chemical into the
mix?
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141. - Kitchen tongs?
- Oh, yeah! Two for one.
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142. Right, well...
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143. Listen, I guess I should
saddle up and ride back
to my place.
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144. If I can just get through
the next seconds ignoring the
mounting social pressure.
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145. I'll see if Mr. Patel has
any turkeys, which, obviously,
he definitely won't.
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146. Pressure building
to intolerable levels!
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147. - Dobby.
- Yeah?
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148. I assume you're staying
for lunch?
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149. Right... you didn't say.
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150. Because I thought
it was assumed.
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151. All right, well, thanks.
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152. - I'll just jump
in the shower.
- Jump away!
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153. Could lock her
in the bathroom...
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154. Shit, no lock on the
outside.
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155. - You are putting little
crosses in the bottoms?
- Yeah, course.
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156. Don't think I'll be
bothering with that!
Happy Christmas to me.
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157. Now, obviously,
this is a fucking disaster,
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158. but Dobby's staying.
For Christmas.
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159. - The more the merrier.
- Exactly. The more
the merrier, as they said
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160. as another poor soul
was crammed into
the Black Hole of Calcutta.
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161. Jeremy, where are
the potatoes?
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162. - No idea, dude. Not my area.
- But you were on
turkey and veg.
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163. - Potatoes aren't veg.
- Er... yes, they are.
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164. N... Are they? I mean, they
kind of are, but not really.
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165. - What else are they?
- Are you sure potatoes
aren't veg?
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166. Aren't they... not earth,
but... like salt?
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167. I mean, tomatoes are fruit
and potatoes are... bread? No.
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168. I mean, they're wheaty.
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169. They don't go in the drawer
in the fridge, so... yeah?
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170. Obviously,
potatoes are vegetables.
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171. Maybe you're right, but
they're not exactly cabbage,
are they?
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172. - They're brown. They're
nice.
- Oh, for fuck's sake!
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173. There must be potatoes.
There's always potatoes.
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174. Yes. We do have potatoes.
Two potatoes.
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175. Two? Oh, that's not enough.
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176. I love potatoes.
They're the best bit!
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177. You say everything's the
best bit - croissants, cava,
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178. smoked salmon, pineapple
rings, having the heating on
incredibly high.
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179. Everything all right?
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180. Everything's absolutely
perfect, apart from the fact
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181. that Jeremy has forgotten
to buy any potatoes.
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182. I've got potatoes at mine.
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183. - Plus for your parents,
I should get changed.
- Oh, no need.
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184. Yes. A nice, standard issue
British woman's dress.
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185. - Welcome back.
You look great.
- Thanks.
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186. Jeans. For Christmas.
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187. At least it's not hot pants
and her ironic iPood T-shirt.
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188. That's mad, Mum! Christmas
in Malta? 30 degrees!
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189. Have you had your turkey yet?
What do you mean,
you're not having turkey?
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190. Well, you could make it
on the boat if you...
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191. Oh, OK. Yeah.
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192. All right. Bye.
Happy Christmas!
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193. They're having salade nicoise
for Christmas.
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194. Salade nicoise.
That's not turkey.
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195. It's not even chicken.
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196. I'm going to have
a massive drink.
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197. Don't break down on
Christmas!
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198. Break down on Boxing Day,
once the washing-up's done.
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199. I'm excited to meet
your parents, Mark.
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200. After all you've told me,
it's like they're famous.
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201. It's like I'm gonna meet
the head of IBM and Catwoman
or something.
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202. Uh-huh.
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203. Incredibly wasteful
peeling technique,
but now is not the time.
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204. So, listen, Dobby.
There's something
I wanted to tell you.
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to mention to my parents
or my sister
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in a relationship.
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207. But it's been, like,
over a month.
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208. Yeah, but it's not like
I tell them every tiny detail
of my life.
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209. And I was just
wondering whether today,
with all the madness...
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210. - What madness?
- Everything.
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211. - The carrots.
- Uh-huh.
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we shouldn't...
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213. Wouldn't it be simpler
just to not tell them that
we're going out?
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214. Right...
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215. - We're still early days...
- Uh-huh.
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217. but it's been such a headache
getting them here
in the first place
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218. and I don't want to feed them
another shit sandwich.
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219. Another shit sandwich?
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220. Not you!
The whole... situation.
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221. So I'm going to be your
female friend? Your fan?
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222. Oh, God, what am I going to
do next? Set fire to the
tree?
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223. Maybe we should have
salade nicoise.
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224. Why the fuck not?
Who even cares?
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225. OK. Enemy contact. This is
it. Action stations,
everyone.
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226. - Happy Christmas,
one and all!
- Hello!
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227. I'm shattered. Can I have
a glass of champagne?
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228. Of course.
Cava's through there.
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229. Cava? Oh.
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230. Five seconds before
the first disappointment.
Got that in early.
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231. - Happy Christmas, darling.
- Happy Christmas, Mark. Yup.
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232. You know Jeremy, obviously.
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233. - Happy Christmas, Corrigans!
- Ah!
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234. And this is our... friend.
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235. - Hello.
- I'm Dobby.
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236. We... know each other.
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237. As you do.
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238. It's fine. Luckily we're
all English, so no-one's
going to ask any questions.
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239. Thank you, centuries of
emotional repression.
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240. - Hello, Jeremy.
- Hello, Sarah.
Happy Christmas.
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241. It could be.
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242. If you play your cards right.
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243. Urgh. Not Sarah... not again.
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244. Ding Dong Merrily on my
dong, the Christmas elves
are weeping.
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245. Long time no see, Mrs. C.
How are you doing?
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246. - What have you been up to?
- I've finished another play.
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247. - Oh, wow. Another one, Mum?
- Yes. Another one.
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248. Wow. You're a playwright?
Brilliant. What's it about?
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249. It's about this group of
young people who are
very sexually repressed,
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250. but they become less and less
repressed due to the
influence
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251. of this wise, twinkly,
old Jamaican woman,
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252. who leads them through
a series of experiences.
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253. You've got to have a Jamaican
if you're going to chase
the funding.
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254. 'Ealth and safety, innit?
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255. Shall we... shall we pull
a cracker?
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256. We can't do the crackers
until we sit at the table!
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257. Crackers once you sit,
that's the rule!
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258. OK. Sorry. OK, Jeremy.
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259. I'm fine, it's just...
I'm trying to feel
Christmassy and...
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260. Oh, for fudge's sake!
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261. It's OK, Dad,
the carpet's seen worse.
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262. You Jezzed the cava
just like you Jezzed
the directions, Dad!
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263. Erm, Jezzed?
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264. We got it from Mark,
didn't we, Mark?
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265. Oh, right. So...
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266. - It's when you...?
- When you get something
wrong. He Jezzed it.
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267. Total balls-up,
a real Jezzing!
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268. Right. Yeah.
Yeah, that is funny.
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269. - A bit like being famous.
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270. I'll see who that is.
Let's hope I don't Jez it
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271. or do a big Mark in my pants.
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272. - Happy Christmas,
motherfucker.
- Hans!
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273. Have a guess
what Santa's got in his sack.
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274. Answer - a wicked big bag
of sinister minister.
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275. - Oh... Happy Christmas.
- Hans?
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276. - Merry Christmas, Mark.
- Jeremy...
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277. - I'm not going to.
- Well, don't.
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278. Super Hans! Merry Christmas!
Glass of cava?
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279. Don't mind if I do.
Mind out, boys,
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280. Father Spliffmas
coming through.
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281. Great. Methadone
in the mulled wine.
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282. - What?
- It's your fault.
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283. No, it's not.
I was holding the line.
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284. Yes, but you know him.
You shouldn't know him.
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285. Well, I'm sorry,
but I do know him.
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286. Oh. Merry migraine and
a happy new stomach ulcer.
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287. So, what sort of line of
business are you in,
Super Hans?
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288. At the moment, I take out
fireplaces and so on
from empty houses.
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289. - Architectural salvage.
- Yeah.
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290. Do you sell to trade
or wholesale?
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291. I sell them in pubs and that.
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292. He's training to be
an architect.
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293. No, I'm not.
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294. - And what do you do, Dobby?
- IT grunt.
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295. - And do you have a
boyfriend?
- Kind of.
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296. I like him, but sometimes
he can be a bit of a jerk
and so on.
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297. Oh.
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298. He seems cool, but really,
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299. he can be kind of cowardly
and mean and do things
that humiliate me.
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300. - And then I think,
'Why don't you just...'
- Don't say, 'Fuck off.'
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301. '.. Fuck off.' You know?
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302. 'Just fuck off.'
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303. Oh, this is horrible.
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304. She's found a way of telling
me her true feelings. Sneaky.
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305. Happy Christmas, darling.
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306. Here we go.
It's just a silly one.
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307. Oh, socks! Nice. Thanks, Mum.
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310. They're a bit saucy!
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311. My mother is giving me socks
depicting a sexual position
I've never even attempted.
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312. How little she knows me.
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313. Oi, Mrs. C, answer me this...
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314. Have you ever had a parrot?
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315. Er, no.
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316. It's just you look like
you might enjoy a cock-a-too.
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317. Oh! That's very cheeky, Hans.
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318. This is the spirit of
Christmas.
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319. Super Hans bonking Mum doggy
style in the airing cupboard.
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320. Here you go, Marko.
Merry Christmas.
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and heavy.
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322. Oh, right, I... I see. Yeah.
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323. Great.
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324. Yeah, this is...
this is brilliant.
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325. What is it?
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326. It's... it's a shredder.
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327. It's my dad's old shredder.
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328. But you've already got
a shredder.
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329. Why are you looking at me
like that?
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330. - Like what?
- Like you're trying to fry my
brain with your laser vision.
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331. - Please shut up.
- So... wow.
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332. Sarah got the cashmere jumper
and the spa break
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333. and Mark got the
second-hand shredder.
What did he do wrong?
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334. Why did she have to say?
I'm going out with a sayer.
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335. The sayers say they can't
help saying, but they can!
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336. Apparently, if it was new,
which it nearly is,
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337. it would be roughly
the same cash value.
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338. This is nice. I might bite
my tongue off to relieve
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339. Give us something
to talk about.
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340. How's the cauliflower doing?
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341. It's just resting in the
shop, Dad,
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342. due to the fact
that cauliflower
is not traditional.
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343. Didn't give him a chance
to respond. Nice.
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344. I should try leaving the room
immediately after I say anything
to him. Much easier.
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345. - Jez, how's the...?
- I don't want
to talk about it.
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347. It's OK, Jez.
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348. A great deal of it is cooked.
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349. Huge areas are cooked
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351. Film. Three words.
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352. Chariots Of Fire. Next.
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353. Why always Chariots Of
Fire, Mum?
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354. It's the only one
I could think of.
I don't even like it. I know.
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355. Emmanuelle.
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356. - Mum, really?
- It's fun!
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357. Oh, God! This is horrible.
And the terrible thing is
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of the day.
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359. This is us allegedly
having a great time.
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360. Film. One word.
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361. Bruno.
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362. Milk.
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363. Brokeback Mountain.
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364. Emmanuelle.
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365. Oh, the indignity
of the public hip thrust.
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366. Jez, over here. I've got one
for you.
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367. Here's one...
Thus Spake Zarathustra.
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368. Excuse me?
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369. It's a book by Nietzsche.
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370. Oh, great. Fucking thanks,
Dan(!)
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371. Thus? No. Spake? No.
Zarathustra? Nope.
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372. - Chicken Run.
- Correct.
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373. - But...
- Fuck you, Dan.
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374. Oh, I'm sorry. I thought
you said Chicken Run.
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375. I guess it is time to move
to cross-cut.
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376. My old strip-cut was probably
a security risk, to be honest.
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377. That's a real one,
not a nancy-boy shredder.
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378. The office equipment
homophobe...
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379. Happy Christmas, one and all!
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380. Oh!
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381. Not so fast, old man.
It's my time to carve.
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382. The knife has been passed
down the generations.
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383. Er, Jeremy, the, um...
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384. the turkey's
not... entirely... cooked.
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385. No. Carve off the bits that
are cooked and leave the rest.
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386. That's what carving's
for, isn't it?
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387. And then we'll put the carcass
under the grill.
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388. - What's wrong with my knife?
- Is that hot knives?
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389. - What's a hot knife?
- Nothing.
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390. Does look like it's been
hot-knifed.
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391. Sorry about that.
There you go.
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392. It's when you get a blim
of hash and get it between
two really hot knives
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393. and then honk it up through
a bottle or something.
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394. I think.
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395. Ha-ha. Next up, we'll be
learning how to inject heroin
into our armpits!
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396. Oh, God. Foot in the crotch.
This isn't very Nat King
Cole.
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397. But of course I'm getting a
hard-on anyway, like the horny
Christmas elf I am.
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398. How pathetic.
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399. It's nice. I think Pam
and I'll take a break
till after lunch, Hans.
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400. - Isn't that right, darling?
- If you say so.
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401. - Have these sprouts
been done properly?
- Yes.
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402. I can't see any little
crosses in their bottoms.
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403. - They're definitely there.
- Yep.
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404. Definitely not. Truth and
reconciliation commission
after this.
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405. Full inquiry.
Saville, not Hutton.
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406. Well, that piece was
definitely cooked.
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407. - Delicious, Jeremy.
- Thank you, Pam.
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408. Maybe it's going to be OK.
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409. Mmm! Mmm!
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410. This gravy is tickety-boo.
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411. Maybe a bit too thick
for your mother.
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412. She likes her liquids
highly diluted.
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413. Nope. We're fucked.
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414. - Oh, for God's sake, Dad.
- What?
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415. Mum wanted to be a homeopath,
but according to Dad,
the family couldn't afford it.
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416. It's not normal, but we could
put the TV on while we eat...
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417. We couldn't afford for her to
become a magic water wizard,
I'm sorry.
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418. It was just a fad.
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419. It was a great deal more
than a fad.
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420. Mm! Yum! Jeremy may have let
us down a bit with the turkey
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421. but he's redeemed himself
with this delicious
bread sauce.
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422. You had enough to buy
a sports car.
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423. Carl was gonna sell that MG
for scrap.
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424. Don't bring the MG into it.
You don't know what
you're talking about.
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425. Ratatouille is on in a
minute. It's meant to be
amazing.
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426. Fair play, it is fucking
good.
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427. Second-hand MG?
Got to be a couple of grand.
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428. It was a good deal
on a good car, missy.
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429. So, Dobby, have you had
any good Christmas presents
this year?
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430. Well, my boyfriend bought me
some kitchen tongs...
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431. Two for one. Nice work,
Uncle Scrooge.
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432. That wasn't the only present
he got you, was it?
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433. Oh, yeah, he bought me
something else, gold,
but it's in the post.
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434. Oh, dear.
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435. Look, I'm sure Dobby's
boyfriend could have strolled
into an Argos
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436. and got a bog-standard
bracelet from
a spotty Saturday girl,
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437. but maybe he wanted to get
something special.
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438. Something with an inscription
that would make it
extra special,
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439. but also would unexpectedly
delay delivery.
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440. That's just one of a number
of possibilities, right,
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441. so shall we all just
lay off him?
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442. Hello.
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443. Touched a nerve?
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444. Something's afoot.
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445. Shall I see if I can winkle
it out with my winkle-pickers?
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446. Fuck you, Poirot.
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447. - Look,
I'm the bracelet bastard.
- Oh!
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448. Dobby's my girlfriend.
All right?
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449. Sorry I didn't mention it
before, but we're an item
and she's great
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450. and it's going really well,
and she may appear to you
'norms'
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451. like a bit of a freak,
but I don't care.
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452. He shoots, he scores, he
calls his team-mate a freak.
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453. Right.
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454. Now, where's the cauliflower?
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455. Cauliflower is
not traditional.
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456. Cauliflower is traditional!
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457. I don't know if it really is
traditional, actually.
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458. Could you not slip a muzzle
on your woman, please, Mark?
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459. I notice I'm not saying
anything.
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460. Ahhhh...
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461. Still not saying anything.
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462. Nothing coming.
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463. You'll have to excuse me.
Thank you.
This has all been horrible.
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464. How about Pictionary
after lunch?
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465. We're not playing
bleeding Pictionary.
It's a made-up game.
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466. - Dobs...
- I'm going.
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467. I'm going to fuck off to
the Dorchester.
Want to come or not?
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468. I'm sorry. I can't.
They're my parents.
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469. Look, stay. I'll grow
some balls later, OK?
And a backbone.
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470. We can have backbone
and ball stew all Boxing Day.
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471. You can't just leave. What...
What am I going to tell them?
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472. Tell them I got sectioned
or had some violent
masturbating to do.
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473. Probably believe it.
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474. What do you say,
Jeremy? Shall we do it?
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475. It'd be so naughty.
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476. They'll be next door having
turkey and we'll be there,
quietly humping.
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477. But, Sarah, it's Christmas.
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478. So? What, are you religious
now, or something?
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479. Do you believe in Jesus?
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480. No, course I don't believe in
Jesus, but I do believe in
Christmas.
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481. I'm a Christmasist.
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482. Wow, I did it! I resisted
something for something else.
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483. That was... something.
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484. Guess what! I was just
offered sex and I turned it
down!
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485. - Oh, well, congratulations.
- I did it for
Father Christmas.
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486. Look at him. He probably
thinks Father Christmas died
for our sins.
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487. We heard the door.
What happened?
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488. Dobby's... gone.
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489. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
You can do a lot better than
that, Marko.
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490. Well, no, actually, because
she's great and thanks to you
I'm a dick,
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491. so I was punching well above
my weight.
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492. Pass me some of that ham,
will you?
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493. I think it's the only meat on
the table unlikely to kill me.
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494. Allow me.
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495. You want ham?
Well, you're going to get ham.
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496. See how you like this ham.
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497. What the hell do you think
you're doing?
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498. You like your ham shredded.
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499. Mark! Think what it's doing
to the mechanism.
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500. It's fine, Dad.
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501. Somebody stop him,
he's gone totally mad.
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502. Hello, Christmas movie.
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503. Right, very well.
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504. I'm making myself
some cauliflower.
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505. Uh-oh. Is Daddy coming
to get me?
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506. No, I've won!
It's festive Festen!
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507. Hakuna Matata!
I'm the new Lion King!
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508. Right, Hans, pour my mother
a massive drink.
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509. Jeremy, turn on Ratatouille.
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510. Sarah, crack open
the Pictionary.
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