I'm Alan Partridge1997

Michael:
[in his very broad Geordie accent] Aye-aye, Mr. Partridge! Morning! Valentine's Day today, eh? Love is in the air!

Alan Partridge:
It's Valentine's Day today, and love is in the air?

Michael:
[nodding] Aye! Aye!

Alan Partridge:
I'm getting the hang of this! Mind you, I have been here ten weeks.

Michael:
So, are we having the full English breakfast?

Alan Partridge:
Yes, please. Can I have my sausages burnt to a crisp, please? So that they can only be identified by reference to their dental records.

Michael:
OK. Either that or their fingerprints, eh?

Alan Partridge:
Can you fingerprint a sausage?

Michael:
Yeah, well, I suppose technically y'could, aye.

Alan Partridge:
I suppose if I was a burglar and I wanted to avoid detection I could strap sausages to my fingers. Probably survive a couple of break-ins before they started to fall apart.

Michael:
Aye. Maybes, maybes just have, like, a beefburger for your palm, y'know?

Alan Partridge:
No, that's a bit too far-fetched. I do enjoy these chats in the morning.