Hello, what's your name? Dredd. Not Judge Dredd. Yes, that's right. Oh, I've always wanted to meet you. Oh, really? Why? Well, I'm a really big fan of yours. That's very nice of you to say that. Is it true? Is what true? What they say about me denying. Well, I think you'd better have a look for yourself. Oh, it's true. It's true. Come on, Dredd, take them off. No, what do you take me for? Come on, don't be shy. Easy. Now, doesn't that feel better? Oh, yes. Those bloody boots were killing me. Here, look at this. Oh, my God. I don't believe it. Oh, come on, touch it. You must be bloody joking. You're not even a proper woman. You're a geezer dressed up. You're one of those trans, what do they call them, transvestites. Oh, come on, dear, this is 1975. I don't know. Every time I come out, every bloody time, it always ends up in sillies. Come home and give me love, please. I'll tell you what, I'll give you bloody love. I'll give you the rough end of a pineapple. Go on, f*** off. You nasty man, you. Oi. What? Take your sodding handbag with you. I'm not going to buy any more of your radios. F***.