Actually, if you wanna do Nandor a favour, you could put that on, head down to Massive Fitness and get a date with the receptionist called Meg.

NANDOR: Did you make a messy toilet again?

NANDOR: Hello, Guillermo.

NANDOR: Not you, Guillermo.

NANDOR: What's this shit?

Nandor. There's a fucking ghost on the front lawn.

(laughing) NANDOR: Fucking guy!

COLIN: Quite a bit. NANDOR: Fucking guy.