Well, l don't know. Look at William.

- Very unsuccessful professionally. - That's true.

Divorced. Used to be handsome, now kind of squidgy round the edges.

And absolutely certain never to hear from Anna again...

- once she's heard that his nickname at school was-- - Floppy.

You did. l can't believe it, you did.

Thanks very much. Thank you. Well, at least l get the last brownie.

l think so, yes.

Well, wait. What about me ?

l'm sorry ? You think you deserve the brownie ?

Well, a shot at it at least, huh ?

You'll have to prove it. This is a very, very good brownie.

l'm gonna fight for it.

l've been on a diet every day since l was 19,

which basically means l've been hungry for a decade.

l've had a series of not-nice boyfriends, one of whom hit me.

Uh, and every time l get my heart broken,

the newspapers splash it about as though it's entertainment.

And... it's taken two rather painful, um, operations...

to get me looking like this.

- Really ? - Really.

And one day not long from now, my looks will go,

they will discover l can't act,

and l will become some sad, middle-aged woman...

who... looks a bit like someone who was famous for a while.

No, nice try, gorgeous, but you don't fool anyone.

Pathetic effort to hog the brownie.

- Thank you for such a terrific time. - l'm delighted.