The New Statesman1987

[last lines]

[after tying Donna to her bed at her request, Alan accidentally leaves her bound for an extended period due to unavoidable circumstances]

Donna Nightingale:
Where have you been? Come on, talk to me will you? Have you got them - my pills? I really need them. I'm so wired!

Alan B'Stard:
[Alan checks his pockets] Wallet, passport, airline ticket.

Donna Nightingale:
Alan, you kinky son-of-a-b*tch, you've got me chained up here at your mercy. Do what you want!

Alan B'Stard:
[chuckling evilly as he leaves Donna's apartment] Goodbye, Donna.

Donna Nightingale:
Now there's a man who really understands *bondage*.