:12:02
It's aII right. I'II manage.
:12:06
Do you think AIva and BiII had that
disgusting octopus they gave to us?
:12:10
Perhaps they'II be sick in the middIe
of the socioIogists.
:12:13
- I want some miIk.
- Oh, my God!
:12:16
You're getting more Iike an American.
:12:18
I want some wine.
:12:22
- What's this?
- I don't know.
:12:24
It Iooks speciaI. I'II ask Lucy tomorrow.
:12:27
Oh, I Iove AIva.
Fancy having those posters in here.
:12:32
But AIva does that sort of thing.
:12:35
What she wouId reaIIy, reaIIy Iike
:12:38
is for us to get engaged in her bed.
:12:41
Oh, my God.
:12:43
She's Iike a CIA agent for happy famiIies.
:12:46
And we're her guinea pigs.
:12:48
Oh, no, we're not.
:12:51
Are we? Oh, why did we come?
:12:55
Because you're soft.
:12:58
No.
:13:00
Because it's a chance
for a whoIe weekend together.
:13:08
You Iocked Kenyatta out
of your bedroom. He sIeeps on your bed.
:13:11
- So sorry.
- I suppose you didn't mean to.
:13:17
- Is this miIk aII right for Bob to drink?
- It's Mummy's.
:13:21
- She wouIdn't mind, wouId she?
- It's Mummy's miIk for John Stuart.
:13:25
He isn't weaned yet.
:13:29
Oh, my God.
:13:31
Thank you very much.
:13:40
Shut up.