'... SOUTHWEST, VEERING WEST,
FIVE TO SEVEN. GOOD.'
OR YOUR SHOP. OR YOUR LEGS.
(LIGHTLY) OH, HELLO, HOW ARE YOU?
NO!
THIS ISN'T A FESTIVAL FOR TOURISTS.
AND APPARENTLY, I AM QUEEN VICTORIA'S...
NOW, MY STORY.
- HELLO!
- HELLO.
- YEAH, HE'S...
- HE'S A PAIN IN THE HOLE.
OK, AND RAISE YOUR HEAD...
BEN, I'VE GOT SOMETHING TO TELL YOU.
SO I LEFT HIM SAT THERE
STARING AT HIS THUMBS IN THE ASHTRAY.
- GET LOST!
- NO, NO!
(CONTINUES DISCORDANTLY)
THAT'S THE GAP I CAN SEE,
PLEASE ACCEPT MY GIFTS.
I KNOW. TERRIBLE!
(SQUEAKING) YEAH. I'LL JUST...
SO, LET ME GUESS. MICE.
NO. WAIT. YOU'VE GOT COCKROACHES.
RIGHT.
YOU POOR GIRL!
LIKE AN
NOT AT ALL, NO,
BUT NO ICE CREAM IN THE SHOP.
ARE YOU UP FOR IT?