:45:00
Look at my nipples, standing up like
little soldiers. What is a girl to do?
:45:07
Tammy, why don't we meet up now?
I'll book a table for lunch.
:45:12
St Martin's Hotel.
:45:14
Don't worry about a table.
We'll have room service.
:45:17
- Yeah, OK.
- One hour.
:45:53
Hang on.
:46:29
Oh, shit.
:46:34
Oh, leave it off, Sidney.
He's driving me fucking mad.
:46:42
- We're not expecting Sidney, are we?
- He's too busy kissing Duke's arse.
:46:47
Not round here, I hope.
:46:48
No, over by Greenwich market.
So you can relax. It's just the two of us.