BRIDGET: Hoo. Ding-dong. Maybe this time Mum had got it right.

MUM: Come on. Why don’t we see if Mark fancies a gherkin?

DAD: [Whispering] Good luck.

MUM: Mark?

BRIDGET: Maybe this was the mysterious Mr. Right… I’d been waiting my whole life to meet.

MUM: You remember Bridget.

BRIDGET: Maybe not.

MUM: She used to run around your lawn…with no clothes on, remember?

MARK: Uh, no, not as such.

UNA: Come and look at your gravy, Pam. I think it’s going to need sieving.

MUM: Of course it doesn’t need sieving. Just stir it, Una. Yes, of course. I’ll be right there. Sorry. Lumpy gravy calls.

ANDY WILLIAMS SINGING: Let me love you

BRIDGET: So.

MARK: So.

BRIDGET: You staying at your parents’ for New Year?

MARK:Yes.

BRIDGET: Mmm.

MARK:You?

BRIDGET: Oh, no, no, no. I was in London at a party last night… so I’m afraid I’m a bit hung over. Wish I could be lying with my head in the toilet… Like all normal people.