at a Jefferson-Jackson dinner or something...

I heard that Thomas Jefferson was a real fox.

My man, you don't even get Weezy Jefferson for a hand job.

Bada-bing.

For you. Give me a call. One for you.

I don't look upon this like it's the end.

I look upon it like it's moving on. It's almost like my work here's done.

I can't imagine Jesus going,

"Oh! I've told a few people here in Bethlehem I'm the son of god. Can I just stay with mom and dad now?"

No. You gotta move on. You gotta spread the word.

You've got to go to Nazareth... please.

And that's very much like... me.

My world does not end with these four walls. Slough's a big place.

And when I've finished with Slough, there's Reading, Aldershot, Bracknell.

You know.. I've got Didcot, Yateley.

Winnersh. Taplow.

Because I am my own boss, I can... Burfield.

I can wake up one morning and go, "Oh. I don't feel like working today. Can I stay in bed?"

"Oh don't know. Better ask the boss." "David, can I stay in bed all day?" "Yes you can, David."

Both me. That's not me in bed with another bloke called David.