It's something I appreciate about RTD's DW: there are plenty of ladiez my age and up, many of them sexeh and spirited.
Here's a tx of the relevant bit:
JC: You know the government has pledged to halve the amount of carbon dioxide that we all make within the next 17 years. There's this woman who's on the climate change committee, which is a sort of government thing. She says that we've all, all of us, including you [May] with your Peugeot 486, have got to buy an electric vehicle, and she says these electric vehicles are going to run on "novel batteries", charged by carbon-free electricity that we shall somehow make without harming any fluffy polar bears of anything.
RH: What does she mean by "novel batteries"? Novel...?
JC: Well obviously she has no idea how these batteries will actually work. Other than the fact that they're going to be running on magic and made in the forest by goblins.
JM: She hasn't really worked out the details of this, has she? It's a sort of a work for Citroen [inaudible]
RH: Is she good-looking?
JC: Is she what?
RH: Good-looking?
JC: I have actually got a picture of her here. *he shows Richard what is almost certainly Dr King's unflattering Wikipedia portrait*
JC: This is the woman that's gonna ruin your life.
RH: Maybe she's all of those things!
JC: I would rather - *shows a picture of a Gammorean from "Return of the Jedi"*
RH: Hell-o!
JC: [who's using "artificial saliva" to combat laryngitis] I'm going need somebody to spit in my mouth. [to blonde in audience whose breasts he was admiring earlier, whose smile is becoming rather pastede on by this point] Could you do it?
RH: *leaping up and pretending to undo his fly* I can! It's not gonna be spit, as such, but it'll do the trick.
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Here's a tx of the relevant bit:
JC: You know the government has pledged to halve the amount of carbon dioxide that we all make within the next 17 years. There's this woman who's on the climate change committee, which is a sort of government thing. She says that we've all, all of us, including you [May] with your Peugeot 486, have got to buy an electric vehicle, and she says these electric vehicles are going to run on "novel batteries", charged by carbon-free electricity that we shall somehow make without harming any fluffy polar bears of anything.
RH: What does she mean by "novel batteries"? Novel...?
JC: Well obviously she has no idea how these batteries will actually work. Other than the fact that they're going to be running on magic and made in the forest by goblins.
JM: She hasn't really worked out the details of this, has she? It's a sort of a work for Citroen [inaudible]
RH: Is she good-looking?
JC: Is she what?
RH: Good-looking?
JC: I have actually got a picture of her here. *he shows Richard what is almost certainly Dr King's unflattering Wikipedia portrait*
RH: Well, maybe she's funny. [audience laughter] Rich! Really dirty?
JC: *shows audience* [audience groans]
RH: Not enough?
JC: This is the woman that's gonna ruin your life.
RH: Maybe she's all of those things!
JC: I would rather - *shows a picture of a Gammorean from "Return of the Jedi"*
RH: Hell-o!
JC: [who's using "artificial saliva" to combat laryngitis] I'm going need somebody to spit in my mouth. [to blonde in audience whose breasts he was admiring earlier, whose smile is becoming rather pastede on by this point] Could you do it?
RH: *leaping up and pretending to undo his fly* I can! It's not gonna be spit, as such, but it'll do the trick.
JC: *demurs*