Baxxter, the only help I can give you is to offer you to join me in a Trojan Big Pony to enter Hal-Sparta-Ghaxaq and recapture Helen of Troy from Franco’s grip.

A razor-sharp brain is alluring in anyone. I’ll give you that.

Yes you did, my friend. Her allure is timeless.

I don’t blame her. Daphne, you look stunning!

I didn’t mean it in that sense. We’re schoolboys drooling over a bedroom poster. She’s old enough to be my mother.

Or I’m young enough to be her son.

I don’t mean to say she’s not fetching. Just not to people my age. That is to say, she could be fetching to the mature gentleman.

Oh dear. I’ve dug myself into a hole here. Quick, ciccio, an anecdote so we can change subject.

Debono definitely isn’t a virgin.

Over the last four and a half years, he’s f**ked the entire country.

Cyrus should ‘pop up’ presently.

[Daphne – He no longer has one, Angus. She left him.]