:11:00
-Great song.
-Thankyou so much.
:11:02
BRIDGET: Totalpoof, ofcourse.
:11:04
-More vodka?
-No.
:11:06
Yes.
Fill her up, God damn it.
:11:09
BRIDGET:Atleast
nowl'm inmy thirties...
:11:10
Icanholdmy drink.
:11:11
[Laughter]
:11:12
Ohh! Whoops.
:11:15
-Mind the step.
-She'sfine. Drive on.
:11:19
DANIEL: Apparently
F.R. Leavis is coming.
:11:25
Afternoon, Bridget.
:11:27
PERPETUA: Whatdo youmean
you're goingonholiday?
:11:30
Well, whataboutJulia?
:11:34
Does she have to go
to the funeral?
:11:53
[Gasps]
:12:01
Listen,we got
a little problem...
:12:05
The only problem
is the kitchen.
:12:08
PERPETUA: Quite frankly,
there isn'troom...
:12:10
BRIDGET: Message Mr. Cleaver.
:12:13
Am appalledbymessage.
:12:15
Skirt is demonstrably
neithersicknorabsent.
:12:19
Appalledbymanagement's
blatantlysize-istattitude...
:12:22
to skirt.
:12:23
Suggestmanagementsick,
notskirt!
:12:27
PERPETUA:
That's guite ridiculous.
:12:29
Ooh. Oh,lsee.
:12:31
DANIEL: Hang on. Hang on.
:12:39
Right. Yeah.
:12:42
No, I understand that.
:12:44
I understand that perfectly.
:12:51
BRIDGET:
Verybadstartto the year.
:12:53
Have beenseduced
byinformality...
:12:55
ofmessagingmedium into
flirtingwith office scoundrel.
:12:58
Wiillpersevere withresolution
to findanice sensible man.