This Time with Alan Partridge (2019) s01e03 Episode Script

1 - Places, people, please.
- # I'm in a good mood.
# I once saw Pierce Brosnan with a compact in LA Fitness.
I was quite shocked, then I thought, "Well, I'll get one.
" Right, what have we got? - Corporal punishment.
- Make-up checks.
Stand by.
First positions, everyone.
You're looking very brown.
Been on a sunbed? No.
Have you had a spray tan, then? Don't think so.
- Good evening.
- Good evening.
And welcome to This Time, with me, Jennie Gresham, and the man I am delighted, no tickled pink, to announce is my new permanent co-host Alan Partridge.
I'd like to tickle your pink.
Tickle you pink.
So, end of era, start of a new one! Thank you.
So many messages.
The vast majority being positive.
I also had a great meeting with the team, had a few drinks, a few canapes, said a few words.
You respect me, I'll respect you.
It's as simple as that.
It was a good atmosphere.
Yeah.
Now, plenty in store tonight.
First, it's National Teenage Week, so every day we've been focusing on a different aspect of teenage life - and gettin' down with Britain's youth.
- Oh, yeah.
- Take a look.
- Wassup? And we're off! - Yes.
Good.
- That's fine.
So, oh, yeah, now, very quickly Now we're co-hosting, we should probably meet at mine for lasagne once a week.
You know, just to get to know each other.
Foster a bit of rapport.
Doesn't have to be lasagne.
It could be fish and chips on the cenotaph with a couple of cans.
Okay, lovely.
Yeah.
- I think it's a great idea.
- Good.
Thank you.
All right.
No, it's good.
And you're right about the chemistry.
- It's all about the chemistry.
- Good.
Great.
I feel like the audience can just smell insincerity.
- Absolutely.
- It's like an animal instinct.
It is an animal instinct.
Have you ever seen Noel Edmonds talk to contestants? They won't let cats in the studio because they start to hiss.
Yeah.
Well, look, I think it'll be fun because it will give us a chance to air any concerns, any quibbles, and you'll be great.
This is Dale.
- Hi, Dale.
I'm Jennie.
Nice to meet you.
- Hi.
What do you What do you mean quibbles? - What do you mean? - Let me tell you later.
- You can't do that.
Tell me now! - We're on in five, four You can't do that.
Tell me.
- All right, fine, it's your diction.
- Thank you.
- Welcome back.
- Tomorrow, our focus is on teenage angst and the troubling issue of self-harm.
Well, that's a tough issue, actually.
The closest I've ever come to self-harm, I guess, would be I used to pluck nasal hairs when I was angry with myself after a show had gone badly.
I'd sometimes poke my skin with one and think, "That would make a good sword for an ant.
" But today we look at youth unemployment.
A trend that has cause particular decay amongst Scottish inner cities.
And yet I know anecdotally from friends with large gardens that Scottish people can make great workers.
So it's a shame.
We're joined on the sofa by Dale Daniels, himself long-term unemployed, who now campaigns to improve prospects for Scottish youth.
Dale, thanks for joining us.
- Welcome.
- Hi.
Now, you're furious, aren't you, even for a Scot? - Well, so should everyone be, huh? - In Absolutely.
A so-called developed nation, you know, letting young kids rot away on these estates, huh? - When I grew up - Indeed.
I thought you were Please.
When I grew up there was industry, there was factories and ship building in the Clyde, you know, work if you wanted it.
That That's not there any more, huh? - And then - Absolutely.
- What? - Sorry.
So, what happens? You know, I mean, kids fall into a cycle of crime and we lay the blame at them, but we did that, huh? - You don't agree? - No, I do.
So, how do we get out of this vicious cycle? Is it education? Training? - Aye, but it's bigger than that, eh? - Eh.
It's You know, it's about seeing the world from, - well, from their point of view, huh? - Huh.
You know, we closed down Sure Start and football pitches and youth centres, and you and you wonder why the kids are getting into bother, huh? - Huh.
- I mean, I I don't know if you have any kids, huh? - Huh.
- Huh? - Uh.
- Huh.
Well I've got a thirteen-year-old.
And that's why I'm saying to the Government, "All you're doing is building problems for the future, huh?" Uh, huh, uh, uh, uh, uh It's amazing because weirdly, what you're saying - actually makes sense.
- Uh? - Aye.
- Aye.
- Good.
- Good.
Jimmie Jennie.
Well, thank you so much, Dale Daniels.
Finding the time to stay in shape isn't easy.
I donned my sweatbands and leotard to find out how one street in Walsall are getting in shape.
And we're off.
One minute.
- Dale, thank you.
- Thanks.
- Cheers.
- Uh.
Uh.
I hope I didn't put you off with the whole diction thing.
Oh, God, no.
I think if you don't enunciate, we're going to get letters.
- They're just buggers about it.
- Okay, okay.
Sure, sure.
Your Ts are just a little bit splashy, actually.
- Splashy? - Yeah, bit sibilant.
- Splashy? - Say "intimate.
" Intimate.
Yeah, see, what you're saying is "intimate.
" It's "intimate.
" - Do you hear the difference? - I think so.
- Come here, come here.
- Look at my lips.
- In.
- In.
- Te.
- Te.
- Mate.
- M Mate.
She's just teaching me to talk.
Okay.
Do you warm up before the show? No, not really.
Yeah, you should.
You'll get there.
None of us are perfect.
Oh, thanks.
It's It's "none of us is perfect.
" Yeah.
It's It's "None" is an abbreviation of "not one," and you wouldn't say "not one of us are perfect," and neither would you say "none of us are perfect," so, none of us is is perfect, just You know, like you say, we don't want people writing letters.
Yeah, well, thanks.
- And we're back.
- Happy to help.
- Five - HTH.
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- Is.
- Now, how much meat do you eat? - I know you're a big fan, Alan.
- I enjoy lots of meat.
Did you know that I am actually a pescatarian now? I just started to think, if you're not prepared to kill the animal yourself, - you shouldn't be eating it.
- I think I think I'd be prepared to hunt down a chicken.
I actually once saw a man behead a chicken, yeah.
Just ran round in circles and Yeah.
It stays with you, stuff like that.
Well, farms can be quite unsentimental places, can't they? They can, yes, although this was in a car park.
Well, how long can you go without meat? We set avowed carnivore, Paleo Partridge, the challenge of going meat-free for a week.
Let's see how he got on.
- # You and I ate a sausage sandwich # - Meat It makes you feel good.
But, today, everyone from colonoscopists to Morrissey are telling us we need to eat less of it.
This is about the amount of meat I eat in a week, which is roughly eight kilogrammes.
That's the equivalent of a very fat baby or two malnourished ones.
Monday is mince day, so there are two maxi packs of that.
Then it goes chicken, chops, chicken, before rounding out the week with a whole rope of Walls pork sausages.
I like sausages.
Quick tip If there's any pieces of meat left over at the end of the week, you can take a used Magnum stick, shove it inside them, and, hey presto, you've got meat lollies for the car.
Do remember, though, to whittle barbs into the sticks so they don't slide off, similar to the barbs on a bee sting, which is why bees die when they sting you because, as they fly away, they pull their own arses off.
But this delicious, groaning table of animal pieces is about to be replaced by this as I, Alan Partridge, become a vegetarian for a week.
I'm kicking the weef okk with a medical.
As a man of a certain age, I get myself checked out whenever I undergo a significant change in lifestyle, be it enjoying regular sex again after a hiatus, or feeling down in the dumps and not really knowing why.
If you just want to pop yourself on the scales.
Aye.
This is physician Dr David Armitage.
- No, you can keep them on, Alan.
- Okay.
A slightly ill-tempered GP, he left the world of medicine to start a new business venture with his wife, who then left him, so he came back to being a GP.
It's nothing to worry about.
Some say that homo sapiens are naturally herbivorous anyway, and feeding on meat is like Just like putting petrol in the diesel tank.
No.
- Putting diesel in the petrol tank? - No, not that bad, even.
Like putting premium unleaded into a Citroen Saxo.
The doctor would normally join in with car chat, but, as I say, his wife ran off with a client.
Well, today promises to be the first real test.
I'm about to have lunch with two of Norwich's biggest businessmen.
In both senses they're both portly steak eaters.
The first made his money from online activity, and the second, well, let me give you a clue.
If you were to walk into any tanning facility in the county of Norfolk, chances are he owns it.
That's right, it's Darryl Flench.
Ideally, I'd have relocated the lunch to a more suitable eatery, but business doesn't work that way.
When a bunch of men close a business deal, whether to promote a brand of fashion-forward gardening dungaree or indeed anything else, they don't toast it with a cup of tea and an egg flan.
They clink glasses and laugh their way through mouthfuls of wine and beef.
That's great.
Thanks, Baz.
That's a wicked, wicked sense of humour.
- We'll have to do this again.
- Cheers, mate.
All right, okay, I'll see you.
Thanks again, Baz.
- That was really great, really good.
- Cheers.
- See you soon.
- Okay.
Well, munching on hummus and carrot sticks wasn't going to fly with those guys.
I had to think of something meat-free but masculine.
In the end, I demolished eight chunky chips served Jenga style and twenty onion rings, which were very greasy but very good.
All washed down with a pint of meat-free Lilt.
Day three, and I'm here at my local gym and racquets club.
Whereas gyms in London often stink, this one and most others in Norwich don't.
I'm here to investigate whether the switch to veggie-ism was affecting my strength.
Spot me, spot me, spot me.
This is Gino.
After his career as a male model was aborted due to eczema, he turned to personal training.
I wanted to ask him about the big drop-off in my strength.
Gino, talk me through the stats.
It's worth noting that Gino is unfamiliar with imperial measurements.
Okay, well, you'd normally bench around thirty kilos.
66 pounds, and sometimes when you're not here, I might bench 41 kilos or ninety pounds.
Yeah.
But today Today, you were struggling to lift 28 kilos.
61 pounds, which is some way short of 41 kilos or ninety pounds.
- You don't normally do 41 kilos.
- Ninety pounds.
- You normally do thirty kilos.
- 66 pounds.
- And 28 kilos - 61 pounds.
- is only two kilos - Five pounds.
- short of thirty kilos.
- 66 pounds.
So it's not a huge drop-off at all.
Well, it's a drop-off of twelve kilos, 26 pounds, from the 41 kilos, ninety pounds, that I sometimes do when you're not here.
Fine.
I like Gino.
I don't think he quite got what I was driving at, but what he lacks in aptitude, he makes for by having a muscly body.
But in the early hours, something even more troubling, especially as someone whose mind is usually as tough as a DirtBoy gardening dungaree.
I've just woken up from having my regular prostitute dream.
It's fine.
I have it all the time.
And it got the part where I was gargling mouthwash in the bathroom, and I looked up and Bianca was leaning against the wall, and I said, "I thought I told you to stay in the bedroom?" And then she untwizzled her dressing gown and, as it dropped to the floor, I saw that she was made completely of ham.
I think I ate her.
And worse was to follow at that morning's production meeting.
Ordinarily at these meetings, they call me Mr Berocca, because I'm literally fizzing with ideas.
What does drive value mean? Is it meaningless? No, it's not.
It actually means something.
But today I was more like flat pop Lifeless, listless, lost.
This had to end.
But after nearly five days of meat avoidance, I think I'd proved, A, my point, and B, a lot of people wrong.
I'm Alan Partridge and I eat meat.
But there's a happy accident to my story.
People say, "How did going veggie help you reconnect with your daughter?" Well, it's to do with going to the toilet.
I never realised it could be so utterly painless and swift.
What was once a gentle migration is now a rapid exodus, leaving me with a free half-hour of extra time every day.
I was twiddling my thumbs when I found myself twiddling out a text to my daughter.
"Hey, Denise, it's Alan Partridge, comma, ah-hah, exclamation mark, brackets, Dad, exclamation mark.
Wassup?" Well, fast-forward to me and my daughter sitting at my favourite table in my favourite Starbucks, having a good old noggin and a welcome catch-up.
Thanks, vegetarianism! I'll never slag you off again.
Vegetables! You and I share a common language, when you and I ate a sausage sandwich.
So a fairly gruelling week, there, Alan.
It did gruel me, Jennie, yes.
But you reconnected with your daughter.
Briefly.
Obviously, now I've resumed meat eating, that free time has evaporated but life, like cheap meat, can be tough.
Conversely, life can also, like good-quality meat, be tender and succulent, with just with just a bit of blood.
Now, though, over to a man that looks like he sits in a dark room eating white bread all day long.
Vitamin deficient but humour proficient, who else? Simon Denton.
Hello, Alan.
- Hi.
- Hello, Alan.
Well, Simon, you've been on the hunt for wacky stories Wack-wack! keeping your ear to the ground like a Native American tracker.
- Big Chief Chuckle Chops.
- Yes.
Right, so, we asked viewers to send in funny stories they had spotted in the news, and you have done in your dozens.
I was just having a chuckle with Lucy and some of the guys in the office and they are very, very funny, but we start with one that was sent in by a Mr Alan Partridge.
Oh, now, this is good.
This is fantastic.
- It's very funny.
- It is, yeah.
Now, you found it in the Sussex Telegraph? And if we can just get a picture up, we shall see.
That is no files found.
The plot thickens.
Up there, down there You found it in the Sussex Telegraph and that's no files found.
- Nada.
- What are we doing here? Nada.
Let's go again.
Come on.
Say a little prayer.
Come on.
No files found.
Aye.
Can you do it without the picture? - It's better with the picture.
- Do it without.
So the headline is "What Choo Lookin' At?" And there's a picture of a train, hence "choo," but vandals have got involved and kind of I want to find the picture.
It's fine.
I'll find it on my photos.
Can someone bring me my smartpad? My iTablet? Right God, that's a good picture.
No No, it's not here.
Oh, well.
Do it without the picture, just - It's fine.
I've got it on my phone.
- Good.
Right.
Okay, so The headline is "What Choo Lookin' At?" And I can Can you see that? - Which camera? Where am I going? - Any.
Any? This one.
- So, if you zoom in, you should just be able - Okay, it's gone off.
- That's gone off.
- Why's that gone off? - Is it the battery? - Battery's gone.
- Battery's gone.
- Yep.
Note to Simon, make sure your battery's charged before you're on a live TV show next time.
On This Time? Just tell us what it was.
So the headline read? "What Choo Lookin' At?" - And the photo was of? - Photo of a truck - A train! - A train, sorry, saying Not saying! A train which looked like it had eyes hence - "What are you looking at?" - "What Choo Lookin' At?" - Choo-choo train! - Yeah, choo-choo train, yes.
- I know.
It was very funny.
- Choo-choo train.
Okay, well, that was all right.
That was good.
Back to you, Jennie.
I know.
Now, to some people driverless cars sound like the ultimate care-free way to travel.
Others see a computer failing to recognise a wireless printer and wonder why you'd expect it to recognise a lollypop lady at thirty miles per hour.
Even one of the larger ones.
But it seems driverless cars are on their way.
And for some, that spells opportunity.
Our reporter Ruth Duggan joins us from AI Mobile Tech, a Cambridge-based software company.
Ruth, I'm sure we'll be speaking to each other a great deal now I'm the new co-host.
I hope there are no hard feelings.
Okay, fair enough.
Ruth, a drastic change to the world of motoring.
Well, I don't know about drastic.
Mercedes Benz developed a driverless car in 1987, so change has been relatively gradual.
And I believe we'll be seeing these cars on British roads quite soon? That's right.
The Government has said that it wants fully driverless cars in use by 2021.
Once again, jobs potentially being lost to robots.
Well, actually, it's expected to boost employment.
The treasury has earmarked 150 million for training and development.
And it'll spell big changes to everything from congestion to insurance.
It certainly will.
Presumably, premiums are going to go through the roof.
No, the opposite.
Some 94% of crashes are caused by human error.
Remove that from the equation, and insurance costs should tumble.
- Computers don't share our bad habits, I suppose.
- Here we go.
- Exactly.
- Unbelievable.
A computer isn't going to fiddle with a car's sat nav while changing lanes on a motorway, like some people.
I'm not sure people do.
In-built sat navs tend to be disabled while driving, so not totally accurate.
Look, the point is, all of the things that a driverhas to remember to do You know, look in the mirror, slow down, push the clutch, change gear - They're all done by AI - I doubt if they'd have a clutch to push, though.
It'll just be a torque converter.
- Because it's automatic transmission.
- Precisely.
Well, I take your point, but whatever the mechanics, it'll mean no more slaps on the wrist from the DVLA.
DVSA, maybe? - Sorry? - It's not the DVLA any more.
They merged with VOSA and became the DVSA in 2014, I think.
Meaning what? The Driving and Vehicle Standards Agency? That's absolutely right, Jennie.
Well, forgive me, I'm not familiar with all the latest abbreviations.
- It's not an abbreviation.
- Acronym, sorry.
And not an acronym either.
No, it's an initialism.
An acronym is an initialism that can be pronounced as a word, like "NASA" or "LOL.
" - You should watch more QI.
- Which is initialism? That's exactly right, Jennie, yes.
Either way, the biggest change will be one of attitudes.
Britain has tended to be somewhat cool on new technology, but expect that frostiness to unthaw once - "Unthaw"? - driverless cars hit the roads.
- Back to you.
- Thanks, Ruth.
- I think means thaw.
- Yeah.
- A fascinating - I think she probably said the wrong word because she was under pressure.
A fascinating glimpse at a driverless future.
Now, it's three decades since corporal punishment was abolished in British schools.
Corporal punishment, of course, different from capital punishment.
I've been asked to point that out, as some BBC One viewers find added clarity useful.
But as we found out this week, it's a topic that provokes strong opinion.
- 45 seconds.
- Lynn, lunch box.
I'm starving! But you don't have time.
If I don't eat, I'll faint.
Lynn, a Penguin? I'm back on TV.
I think we can afford to kick it up a notch.
Do you want some shortbread? No, Lynn, think premium.
Double Decker, Topic Do you think the Dimblebys eat Penguins? - I'm having a sandwich now.
- You don't have time.
- Clear the floor, please.
- Do you? Okay, guys, stand by.
We're coming on shortly.
- It's a seeded batch.
- You'll never break it down.
It'll push your gums back even further.
Fifteen seconds.
Do you want to spit it into my Do you want to spit it into my hanky? Quiet on the floor now.
And we're back on in Five, four That was good egg.
The viewers of the British public there.
And as you can see, some vocal opinions on either side.
Especially that very shouty guy.
It did worry me a bit, what might have happened to him.
I remember a boy at school actually who was hit on the head by a wooden board duster.
And he spoke really loudly for about a year.
We used to call him Boom Boom.
Well, to help us look at the discipline of yesteryear, we sent Alan back to his old school.
And I must warn you that this film contains teachers some viewers may find disturbing.
This is St Jude's High School, a secondary specialising in the performing arts and media studies, but back in the 1970s, it was an actual school and I was a pupil here.
Today the corridors of St Jude's are alive with the sound of laughter and play.
Back then, however, the school echoed with an altogether different noise The noise of corporal punishment.
Thrashings were the order of the day back then.
The only ways to avoid a walloping Keep out of trouble or get home-schooled like Dominic Bentham, although I think he ended up killing himself in his forties.
Oi! Alas, for those of us schooled in the classroom, the finger of blame didn't always land on the guilty.
Partridge! What is that? Bring it here.
And stop gawping, for crying out loud! Ordinarily I'd see a boy aking the long walk to the teacher's desk and think, "He was being disruptive.
Go on, sir, batter him.
" But on this occasion, that boy was me.
What is it? It's a picture of you, sir, with a penis where your nose should be.
Is that what you think I look like? It wasn't me, sir.
It as Smithy.
He's from a broken home Something changed in me that day.
I had walked to school a boy Now, sit down, you lemon! but I returned home a big boy.
Fortunately, what the psychotic teachers of the 1970s lacked in self-control, they also lacked in technique.
Inexperienced teachers would often opt for a one-handed stroke with little backlift and a short follow-through.
But swing analysis from my squash coach reveals this to be both ineffective and inaccurate.
With little rotation of the hips, the backswing ends here, which means the maximum arc of the swing is shortened and an unsteady stance means energy dissipates as the swing is completed.
But watch what happens with a firmer base and a longer backlift.
In this case, the swing stops here.
Look at the line from the shoulder all the way down to the knee.
The wider stance creates stability, so that energy can be transferred from the standing leg all the way to the front knee.
And with the hips rotated right round, the striker is like a coiled spring.
If we play on, watch now, how all of that force is driven down through the arc of the swing, picking up speed, picking up speed, as the front knee bears all the weight and then pow! The striker hits through the target, continuing to rotate the hips until he ends up in a finishing pose that is the mirror image of the backlift.
Impressive.
Eventually, corporal punishment was subject to a blanket ban, except in emergencies, but the memories remain Sore heads, swollen knuckles, rosy-red bum cheeks.
Sounds funny.
Don't feel funny.
- Well, a rather harrowing look - Thank you.
at a practice I'm glad to say we've long since left behind.
Hear, hear.
As a parent, I didn't even hit my own kids.
Yet my wife hit them ex-wife but I didn't, and now she's their favourite.
Riddle me that one.
- But have schools become too soft? - Really awful woman.
And are we now facing a crisis of discipline? - Functioning alcoholic.
- To discuss the subject, we're here with a panel of people, drawn from media, education and the general public.
Paul Froggatt, a former head teacher, you headed up the campaign to abolish corporal punishment in schools.
Which we finally achieved in all English schools in 1998.
That must have been quite a moment.
- It was.
- You must have got hammered.
We were very pleased.
But others wonder if we're letting unruly children off too lightly.
Carole Blears from the Daily Mail, you famously wrote a book attacking political correctness, called "Fat Black Cripple," and you believe that pupils have lost respect for authority.
- Well, that's an understatement.
- Hilarious.
We'll come to you in a minute, but first a show of hands Who believes school discipline is too soft? Half and half.
That's shocking.
Paul Froggatt, let me put to you a hypothesis - You can put it down now.
- Oh, thank you.
You're a teacher at a tough inner-city school Let's call it St Bastard's in Knucklesford.
There's a problem boy Let's call him Bad Gav.
No, no, Bobby Rascal.
He's been going around saying that your wife brings off boys round the back of the bike shed.
Now, that's crossing a line.
It's not even true, probably.
How do you handle a pupil like that? Well, I don't handle any pupil.
That's my point.
Because looking back thirty or forty years, he would have been given six of the best.
Further back than that, he would have been given forty lashes.
Even further, he would have been made to lie on a bed of nails holding a sack of potatoes.
And do you understand how that would work? - The extra weight.
- Yeah.
- It would make the nails dig in more.
- Yeah.
- Carole - Look, all violence does is continue a cycle of abuse.
Well, does it? Does cycling continue a violence of abuse with a chap? - I'd like to make a point.
- Yeah.
It's just that they tried to kick us out of a holiday home once because people were saying that my wife had been hitting my daughter.
- Right, but she hadn't? - No.
Okay.
Well, good.
- It was me.
- You were hitting your daughter? Hitting my daughter? No.
- So it wasn't you? - It was me that was getting hit.
- By your wife? - Aye.
- In front of your daughter? - In a holiday home.
Honestly, sometimes you just want to throw your hands up and say, "Why?" - Anyone? - Well, that's where we were staying.
Yeah, no, I mean, why was she hitting you? Oh, sorry, I thought you mean that No, but why why why were you being hit? Because I'd smoked all her fags.
Right, so your wife was hitting you because she was upset about her cigarettes.
Not my wife.
My daughter.
Your daughter was hitting you? No.
My wife was hitting me, and my daughter was upset.
Oh, so they were her cigarettes? No, they were my wife's cigarettes.
Your wife hit you because your daughter was upset because you were smoking your wife's cigarettes? Aye.
- Why? - She doesn't like seeing her upset.
Not why was your wife hitting you why was your daughter upset that you were smoking her mum's cigarettes? Her mam doesn't smoke.
So why did she have cigarettes? I don't think she did.
I don't know.
Anyway, she was she wasn't there.
But you just said she was hitting you.
No, that was my wife.
No, my daughter's mam was up in Sunderland.
- Different people.
- You'd remarried? - Aye.
- Right.
Let me get this right You were in a holiday home with your ex-wife's daughter and your new wife, and your new wife was hitting you because your daughter was upset because you'd smoked your wife's cigarettes? Please, God, say yes.
Yes.
It's like one of those mind puzzles you get in the Sunday Times, you know, where a man is found dead in a field next to an open package.
- How did he die? - It's a parachute.
- Yes! - Yes, well, we are out of time.
Plenty of views on all sides, there, of the debate.
- Paul, you've written a novel about smacking? - Yes.
Yeah, in which presumably a smacked boy becomes sociopathic and ends up doing something awful, like letting off a nuclear bomb? - Sort of.
- A suicide vest? - Yeah.
- Yeah.
Sadly, no time for our second moral debate Do dogs go to heaven? - Jennie, do dogs go to heaven? In a word.
- No, I - No.
- No.
- No.
- Yes.
- I've got two dogs - That's all we've got time for on This Time.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.