INT. BAKERY - DAY
JIMMY CARR APPROACHES THE COUNTER
JIMMY:
How much are your pies?
LADY:
Two pound sir.
JIMMY:
Are they hot?
LADY:
Yes, they've only just came out of the oven.
JIMMY:
So if they cool down a touch, I'll save 20% on the VAT. Go and blow on one for me.
LADY:
No, they'll still be two pound. I know the loophole you're referring to, but we don't use that; we've always paid the VAT on our hot pies.
JIMMY:
Jesus. Bloody lefties. Alright. Give me a pie, and your off-shore bank details, and I'll arrange for my accountant to wire a payment over. And don't forget my receipt, this is tax-deductible.
LADY:
We need the cash up front I'm afraid Mr Carr.
JIMMY:
My God. Any cash-back via quidco?
LADY:
Erm, no.
JIMMY:
What is this, the 1800s? Look, I'm not paying full whack. How about you give me 20% off, and I give you a signed photograph?
LADY:
Go on then, I'll have one of David Mitchell.