Twelve sites. Twelve farms. One thousand of these estates in the great UK. Bonne chance trying to find them all.
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Now, now, now.
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Good.
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Fuck!
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[announcer speaking Chinese]
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[Lord George chokes, gasps]
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That's because I spiked your tea with a nasty little parasitic genus called shigella.
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[pants, groans] Phone.
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[Raymond] Come on, Bunny, stop fucking about.
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Well, I can do better than that. [man panting]
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It's just that I don't like smackies. It's the filth and the grime and the grub in the tub. I'm not asking your OCD to spend the weekend with them, Ray.
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- [Lord George choking] - Yeah. You crossed the line, and that comes with a price.
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[Mickey] You didn't think I'd find out? Having me followed for months?
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[women shouting, faint]
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Sorry about that.
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Rosalind!
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Rosalind!
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It wasn't really for me. It's a bit boring, to be honest. Now, can I just say, that Matthew, he's quite something, isn't he? He's not your average American. He's a Mr. International. Even speaks a bit of Cantonese. Come here. You play Dry Eye and I shall be Matthew.
