Will Bumps into Anna Scott _ Notting Hill

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Here, let me... Get your hands off! I'm really sorry. I live just over the street. I have water and soap. You can get cleaned up. No, thank you. I just need to get my car back. I also have a phone. I'm confident that in five minutes we can have you spick and span and back on the street again, in the non-prostitute sense, obviously. All right, well, what do you mean, just over the street? Give it to me in yards. Eighteen yards. That's my house there, with the blue front door. Come on in. I'll just... Right. Right. Come in. It's not quite as tidy as it normally is, I feel, but the bathroom's on the top floor. And the telephone's just... Here, let me... Round the corner, straight on up. Would you like a cup of tea before you go? No. Coffee? Probably not. Something else cold? Coke? Water? Some disgusting sugary drink pretending to have something to do with fruits of the forest? Would you like something to eat? Something to nibble? Apricots soaked in honey? Quite why no-one knows, because it stops them tasting of apricots and makes them taste like honey, and if you wanted honey, you'd just buy honey instead of apricot. But nevertheless, there we go there. They're yours if you want. Do you always say no to everything? No. I'd better be going. Thanks for your help. You're welcome. And may I also say, just take my one chance to say it, after you've read that terrible book, you're certainly not going to be coming back from the shop. So, it was nice to meet you. Surreal, but nice. Nice. Sorry. Surreal, but nice. Hi. I forgot my other bag. All right. I'm very sorry about the surreal, but nice comment. Disaster. It's okay. I love you. The apricot and honey thing was the real low point. Oh, my God. My flatmate. I'm sorry. There's no excuse for him. I'm just going in the kitchen to get some food. Then I'm going to tell you a story that will make your balls shrink to the size of raisins. Probably best not to tell anyone about this. Right. Right. No. I mean, I'll tell myself sometimes, but don't worry, I won't believe it. Bye. There's something wrong with this yoghurt. It's not yoghurt. It's mayonnaise. All right. There we are, then. On for a video fest tonight? I got some absolute classics.