Stephen: Estate agents. You can’t live with them, you can’t live with them. With their jangling keys, nasty suits, revolting beards, moustaches and tinted spectacles, estate agents roam the land causing perturbation and despair. If you try and kill them, you’re put in prison. If you try and talk to them, you vomit. There’s only one thing worse than an estate agent, but that at least can be lanced, drained and surgically dressed. Estate agents: love them or loathe them, you’d be mad not to loathe them. [looks at Hugh] Is that alright?
Hugh: Yes, it was fine, fine.