Green Wing

[Mac commentates on Guy's attempt to chat-up Joanna, in the style of David Attenborough]

Mac:
The hunter spots his prey. But there is a problem. The herd of tottie is sticking together, making it hard to target any one individual. [Joanna walks to the bar.] He's in luck. The herd has split, leaving one creature alone—

Joanna:
Double vodka.

Mac:
—and vulnerable. She's old, and weaker than the rest. This, surely, is his best chance.

Guy:
Fuck off!

Mac:
The hunter will tolerate no interruption to his meticulous preparations. He waits, like a coiled spring, and then... he strikes.