This is Aurelia
Ah. Uh, bonjour, Aurelia.
Bonjour.
Uh, unfortunately she cannot speak French, just like you.
Most scenes together: Prime Minister & Natalie (5), Sam & Daniel (5), Jamie & Aurelia (5)
This is Aurelia
Ah. Uh, bonjour, Aurelia.
Bonjour.
Uh, unfortunately she cannot speak French, just like you.
Right, the Christmas party, not my favourite night of the year and your unhappy job to organise.
Tell me.
It's basic, really. Find a venue, over-order on the drinks, bulk buy the guacamole and advise the girls to avoid Kevin if they want their breasts unfondled.
Tell me, exactly, how long it is that you've been working here?
Two years, seven months, three days and, I suppose, what, two hours?
And how long have you been in love with Karl, our enigmatic chief designer?
Ahm, two years, seven months, three days and, I suppose, an hour and thirty minutes.
I thought as much.
Do you think everybody knows?
Yes.
Do you think Karl knows?
Yes.
Oh that is bad news.
Well I just thought maybe the time had come to do something about it.
Like what?
Invite him out for a drink and then after about twenty minutes casually drop into the conversation the fact that you'd like to marry him and have lots of sex and babies.
You know that?
Yes. And so does Karl. Think about it. For all our sakes. It's Christmas.
Certainly. Excellent. Will do. Thanks, boss.
Beautiful Aurelia, I've come here with a view of asking you to marriage me. I know I seems an insane person - because I hardly knows you - but sometimes things are so transparency, they don't need evidential proof. And I will inhabit here, or you can inhabit with me in England.
Definitely go for England, girl. You'll meet Prince William - then you can marry him instead.
Yes?
I am here to ask your daughter for her hands in marriage.
You want to marry my daughter?
Yes.
Come here, there is a man at the door. He wants to marry you.
But I've never seen him before.
Who cares?
You're going to sell me to a complete stranger?
Sell? Who said 'sell'? I'll pay him.
Pardon me. I'm meaning your other daughter - Aurelia.
Ah, bonjour Eleonore.
Bonjour, Monsieur Bennett. Welcome back and this year you bring a lady guest?
Uh, no, there's a change of situation. It's just me.
Oh. Am I sad or not sad?
Well, I think you're not surprised.
It's my favorite time of day, driving you.
You learned English?
Just in cases.
So, what do you reckon to our new Prime Minister, then?
I like him. Can't understand why he's not married, though.
Oh, you know the type. Married to his job. Either that or gay as a picnic basket.
All I want for Christmas is you.
Loitering around the jewellery counter, I see!
No. I was just looking around.
Don't worry, my expectations are not that high after 13 years of Mr. "Oh-but-you-always-LOVE-scarves"!
So what's this big news, then?
We've been given our parts in the nativity play. And I'm the lobster.
The lobster?
Yeah!
In the nativity play?
Yeah, first lobster.
There was more than one lobster present at the birth of Jesus?
Duh.
Tell me, what would you do in my position?
What position is that?
Imagine your husband bought a gold necklace and come Christmas gave it to somebody else...
Oh, Karen...
Would you wait around to find out if it's just a necklace, or if it's sex and a necklace, or if worst of all it's a necklace and love? Would you stay, knowing life would always be a little bit worse? Or would you cut and run?
Oh, God. I am so in the wrong. The classic fool.
Yes, but you've also made a fool out of me, and you've made the life I lead foolish too.
Well. Thanks for that, Bill.
For what?
Well, for actually giving a real answer to a question. Doesn't often happen here on "Radio Watford" I can tell you.
Ask me anything you like, I'll tell you the truth.
Uh... best shag you've ever had?
Britney Spears.
Wow!
No, only kidding. She was rubbish.
Hello, David. I mean "sir". Shit, I can't believe I've just said that. Oh, and now I've gone and said "shit" - twice. I'm so sorry, sir.
It's fine, it's fine. You could've said "****", and then we'd have been in real trouble.
Thank you, sir. I did have an awful premonition that I was going to **** up on the first day. Oh, piss-it!