 Oh, come on. It's Friday. Diet clocks off for the weekend, so, yeah, I suppose. Do you know how many calories in a pint? I'm doing you a favour. What? Nothing. No, go on. Say something. I'd want to be that couple in the pub, not talking to each other. OK. OK. Did you see something you like? Just someone looking after herself. I love the way you say. This top doesn't fit me anymore. It's the other way around, though, isn't it? You don't fit the top. Trying. When did you give up? I was at the bar. I saw you sat there feeling sorry for yourself. And I thought I can't remember when I fancied you. It's just a bit of banter. Girls like you need a sense of humour.