| 00:00 - 00:03 | Mark, Chinese buyers have exchanged contracts on Elsworthy Road |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | We believe Bargets introduced the buyers. |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | We spotted Neil Stone in the vicinity, here, and here. |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | Max and I were admiring Bruce Ritchie's new car at the time. |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | He was parked here. |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | It's a shame but at least we earn 1% |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | under our agreement as Joint Sole Agents |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | Mein Fuhrer... |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | Mark... |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | They were Lee's buyers and he never got signed terms |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | And Max had onions for lunch. |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | Someone get me a firm yellow banana and an extra hot skinny cappuccino with a light dusting of chocolate |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | You've done it again, we've lost out on another deal |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | You weren't even close you idiot! |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | And Max what have I told you about the fucking Onions! |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | No one ever offers me a drink |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | and when, do get one, it gets brought to the wrong desk! |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | This shit is really stressing me out and I've only had 8 fucking holidays this year |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | and on one of them the wind was constantly blowing in the wrong fucking direction |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | I think we've even left Richard Bernstone at the airport |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | That's okay Mark we will just replace him with a mannequin, no one will notice. |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | Shut the fuck up Max, I asked for a Cappacino and I'm still waiting. |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | But Mark, I was busy polishing the new Ferrari |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | It's not JUST a Ferrari, it's a fucking California T in custom grey you moron! |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | and the car STINKS of cheap aftershave |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | Richard, why don't you ever talk about MY custom California T? |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | It's always about Glen and his vintage Aston Martin collection |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | It's either that or Michael Berlin and NO ONE is allowed more holidays than me. |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | Where is my fucking Cappuccino? |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | I'm still waiting for Maria to get back from Pret a Manger. |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | At this rate it won't be extra hot. |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | And the light dusting of chocolate would have completely melted |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | It's at times like this I wish they'd allow cloning |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | Just think. there could be ten of me. |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | All working in unison together. |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | The MASTER RACE. |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | Nothing is going right, I used to be the strongest cyclist here, now those short fat baldies Rosenblatt and Kayman are now vastly superior riders. |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | and between Scott and Lee, there's more fucking dramas than a years worth of Eastenders |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | Which Richard leaves early every day to watch. |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | With a cup of fucking Horlicks and his "Bottega" slippers. |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | Richard, are you even listening? |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | I can't believe you forgot his Cappuccino. |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | I'm changed my mind entirely. |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | I want a hot water with thinly sliced lemon and peeled ginger |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | For my bloating. |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | Which makes me gassy and irritable. |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | Kat clear my diary. Cancel Psycle, re-arrange my manicure and pedicure at Michael Van Clarke. |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | and phone the Mayr Health Clinic in Austria. |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | My colonic irrigation will have to wait. |
