girl's American?
Yes, sHe's American.
And sHe's not my girl.
And sHe's going back to America.
THat's tHe end of my life as I know it.
THat is bad news.
Well, we need Kate
and we need Leo, and we need tHem now.
Come on.
'Hold on. Hold on.
'Keep your eyes closed.
- 'Do you trust me?'
- 'l trust you.'
- Do you trust me?
- I trust you.
- Fool!
- Get off, you big bully.
'All rigHt, open your eyes.'
You know, Sammy,
I'm sure sHe's unique and extraordinary
but general wisdom is tHat in tHe end,
tHere isn't just one person for eacH of us.
THere was for Kate and Leo.
THere was for you.
And tHere is for me.
SHe's tHe one.
Fair enougH. And Her name's Joanna?
YeaH, I know. Same as Mum.
- (Knocking)
- YeaH.
- Prime Minister.
- THank you very mucH.
(Pidgin Portuguese)
OH. Appolo... Erm, appologia.
Grande, er... grande familio,
grande tradizione de CHristmas presents.
Stupido.
Well, goodbye.
(Portuguese) THank you.
Erm, it was, erm...
(Portuguese) I will miss you.
And your very slow typing...
and your very bad driving.
(Car Horn)
¶ You know I love CHristmas, I always will
¶ My mind's made up, tHe way tHat I feel
¶ THere's no beginning, tHere'll be no end
¶ Cos on CHristmas you can depend ¶
Daniel!
- I Have a plan.
- THank tHe Lord. Tell me.
- Well, girls love musicians, don't tHey?
- UH-HuH.
- Even tHe weird ones get girlfriends.
- THat's rigHt.
Meat Loaf definitely got laid at least once.
For God's sake,
Ringo Starr married a Bond girl.
WHatever. THere's tHis big concert
at tHe end of term and Joanna's in it.
I tHougHt if I was in tHe band
and played superbly,
sHe migHt fall in love witH me.
WHat do you tHink?
I tHink it's brilliant, I tHink it's stellar.
Apart from tHe one obvious
tiny little baby little Hiccup.
- I don't play a musical instrument?
- Yes, sir.
A tiny, insignificant detail.
(Loud, repetitive snare Hits)
(¶ Sugababes: Too Lost In You)
¶ You look into my eyes
¶ I go out of my mind
¶ I can't see anytHing
¶ Cos tHis love's got me blind
¶ I can't Help myself
¶ I can't break tHis spell
¶ I can't even try
¶ Baby, I'm too lost in you
¶ CaugHt in you
¶ Lost in everytHing about you
¶ So deep I can't sleep, I can't... ¶
I suppose I'd better do tHe duty round.
You're a saint.
(LaugHs)
Any cHance of a dance witH tHe boss?
YeaH, sure, sure.
As long as your boyfriend doesn't mind.
Not my boyfriend.
¶ And you're all I see
¶ And you're all I need
¶ Help me, baby
¶ Help me, baby
¶ Help me, baby
¶ OH baby, I'm too lost in you
¶ CaugHt in you... ¶
You're looking very pretty tonigHt.
It's for you.
Sorry?
It's all for you, sir.
¶ You do
¶ I'm too lost in you
¶ Baby, baby
¶ Baby, I'm too lost in you
¶ YeaH, yeaH
¶ CaugHt in you
¶ Lost in everytHing about you
¶ So deep I can't sleep ¶
'THis must be very exciting for you,
figHting for tHe CHristmas number one.
- 'How's it looking so far?'
- 'Very bad indeed.
'Blue are outselling me five to one
'but I'm Hoping for a late surge.
'And, if I reacH number one,
'l promise to sing a song stark naked
on TV on CHristmas Eve.'
- 'Do you mean tHat?'
- 'Of course I do, MicHael.
'Do you want a preview? You old flirt.'
(Parkinson laugHing)
'THat'll never make number one.'
(¶ Justin Timberlake: Like I Love You)
¶ And I burn every track
Clipse and J Timberlake... ¶
I suppose it's His job
to dance witH everyone, isn't it?
Some more tHan otHers.
Just one dance?
- Before we run out of cHances.
- WHo, me?
- Unless you just...
- No! No! Good.
Yes. THanks.
¶ You're a good girl
And tHat's wHat makes me trust you like I do
¶ Late at nigHt I talk to you
¶ Hey
¶ You will know tHe difference wHen... ¶
(Music cHanges to slow tune)
(¶ NoraH Jones: Turn Me On)
¶ Like a flower
¶ Waiting to bloom
¶ Like a ligHt bulb
¶ In a dark room
¶ I'm just sitting Here
¶ Waiting for you
¶ To come on Home
¶ And turn me on
¶ Like tHe desert
¶ Waiting for tHe rain
¶ Like a scHoolkid
¶ Waiting for