Blake and Jenna realise too late that Oracīs experiment to shrink Avon and Vila to the size of garden peas has taken a tragic turn...
Cally: "This wine is terrible!"
Blake: "Yes... amazing how they get the cat to squat over the glass, really..."
Blakeīs comment that for once he didnīt have the worst hairstyle had not gone down terribly well...
Lady on our right: "Who pissed in my flute (glass)?"
Man: "I donīt know, but I got a good idea who did", glaring at the lady in the middle
Cally and Jenna were losing patience with Blake crying into his beer about his latest bust-up with Avon...
Jenna: More tea, vicar?
Jenna "The standard of men in these bars is appaling!"
Man: "Whooa, it worked! The reflection off the spoon I dropped on the floor allows me to see directly up her skirt, you naughty girl."
Woman1: "I really should have reconsidered going the dinner comando."
Blake: So how did you find your steak?
Jenna: I moved some of the chips and there it was!
B: Eat up, Jenna. I donīt know how much longer we can pass for restaurant critics.
Blake: Is that chopped liver? It is, isnīt it?
Jenna (resigned): Yes, Blake, itīs chopped liver.
Blake: Well, I swear Iīm drinking mushed-up liver.
Cally: Tastes like champagne to me.
Blake: Itīs mushed-up liver, Iīm telling you!
Jenna: Youīve had too much champagne...
Anticipating a night of culinary debate with Blake and Jenna, Cally downs a swift double.
Blake: You know I donīt like the colour of this sample you gave one bit, but at least youīre not drinking it like Cally.
Cally manages to stifle her grin as Jenna finally notices that her noodles DO look suspiciously like worms...
Jenna and Cally politely ignored Blakeīs massive belch.
Blake was embarrassed when the girls he was trying to pick up turned out to be members of his crew.
Cally: Did we put the cat out?
Blake: Was it on fire?
Jenna: I think I might be eating it.
Cally was concentrating hard on her mental powers, if she could make Jenna stab Blake she would be happy woman after that joke
Blake: I have to say this is the best Unisex salon Iīve ever been to. Food, drink and sparkling conversation.
Blake: Yoouur my bessht friennds, you arrre.
Jenna: Just ignore him and heīll go away.
Cally: I was.
Cally was rather concerned that not only had she just been goosed, but both of Blakeīs hands were in plain view
Even Blake`s jokes didn`t make Cally feel any better on her 40th birthday
"Remember Jenna , birthdays are good for you , the more you have the longer you live"
Blake: The wineīs not too bad considering itīs recycled from the Liberatorīs waste water system... Oh. Sorry Cally, didnīt you know?
Cally "Oh it`s definately an Australian wine"
Jenna "How do you know that?"
Cally "Cos the cork has little hats dangling from it , look"
Jenna "So if you two are drinking just coloured water , what am I eating?"
Blake "I think we got it from the BBC canteen"
Ok lets start the Star Trek Drinking game
Blake: Theres something moving in your salad - My God - its got a class nine intelligence rating!
Blake: Do you want that last potato?
Jenna: No, you have it, Iīve lost my appetite after that joke.
While Blake and Jenna discuss their next move in finding Docholli Cally gets that sudden sinking feeling that sheīs left the iron on.
Gareth: So this guy walks up to me...
Jan and Sally had heard the story of how Gareth got the part of Blake at every party, they knew it was best to just humour him otherwise he got the curling tongs out.
Jenna "I`m sure I didn`t order the *clam* soup"
Cally "Put your *teeth* in Blake , I can`t understand you"
Cally "Oh bugger , i`ve forgotten my purse again"
Everyone "Avon , TELEPORT !!!"
On finding a hair in her soup, Jenna tried hard to work out if it was Blakeīs or Callyīs.