Transcript (en)

As it's your last night, can I ask you a question? Oh, yeah. Ask away. Oh, no, wait. Um, it's not going to be about love, is it? Love? What? Well, it's just that Kit Kat warned me that if you were to ever mention it, I should be very firm with you and tell you you must treat me like your sister and not be s***ed. Or have I just made a total fool of myself and you were actually going to ask me for late night, last minute, Dennis tips? No, it was the love thing. Oh. Well, that's very sweet of you. It's just a shame you left it to last night. We should have tried creeping along the corridor while we still had time. Okay, the last night was a bad idea. Very bad idea. It feels like an ever-so-slightly insulting afterthought. Last night was never going to work. All right. Good. I've got it. Come in Tim. Charlotte. Hi. Hi. I know you've probably suspected this, but over the last month, I've fallen completely in love with you. Now, obviously this was going to happen, because you're a goddess with that face and that hair. But even if you didn't have a nice face, and even if you had absolutely no hair because of some bizarre medical reason, I'd still adore you. And I just wondered whether by any chance you might share my feelings. Wow. Tell you what, why don't we see how the summer goes and then you ask me again on my last night? Your last night? Yes, try me on the last night. See what happens then, shall we? It's exciting. Right. That's a perfect plan. That's absolutely perfect. Last night. Last night.