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Exciting news. - What? I've bought a ticket to the States. I'm off in three weeks. No. - Yes. To a fantastic place called Wisconsin. No. Yes. Wisconsin babes, here comes Sir Colin. No, Col. There are a few babes in America, I grant you, but they're going out with rich, attractive guys. Tone, you're just jealous. You know perfectly well... that any bar anywhere in America... contains ten girls more beautiful... and more likely to have sex with me... than the whole of the United Kingdom. That is total bollocks. You're mad. No, I'm wise. Stateside I am Prince William... without the weird family. No, Colin, no. - Yes. Nyet. - Da. Nein. - Ja, darling. 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. Wives and family and stuff? - Yeah. I mean, not children. But their wives and girlfriends, et cetera. Oh, Christ, you haven't got some horrible... six-foot, tight-T - shirt-wearing... boyfriend? No. I'll just be hanging around the mistletoe, hoping to be kissed. Really? Right.