grollocks, mother. language, timothy! it is good night from me... and good night from him! have a smoke? what do you mean, smoke? have a smoke, like. have you got any pot on you? no. i know where i can get you some, though. i don't want any! have a chair, fletch. thanks very much. this is a problem. i want those pills back where they belong. in your pocket, like? dear me, no. in the doctor's office. i didn't know you shared my views on the evils of drugs. it's not that, exactly. it is just that despicable pilfering of this nature is making a mess of my own pill—peddling operation. these are my mops. brushes. brushes and mops. that's right. what do you want me to do with them? i think you know well enough what to do with them, father. look for dust and dirt. # tin in the office cupboard # labelled, "lorraine," # because i've gone and got engaged again...#. i knew i was funny. i thought i could be funny, and i could play the piano. i thought, somehow, i will do something with this, but i did not know what it could be. # i'll be back at social security, queueing up to be abuse