Press Gang, Series Three

Lynda [to Kenny, on the other side of the door]:
I'm making a few concessions here - just a few conditions under which I'm prepared to discuss your problem.

Kenny:
Okay, let's hear them.

Lynda:
I can't come in?

Kenny:
Conditions?

Lynda:
I got them typed up. [She passes paper through the letter-box]

Kenny:
Fifteen, Lynda? What I had in mind was a more personal, sincere apology.

Lynda:
I told you. It’s in your in-tray.

Kenny [opening the door]:
Why do you have absolutely no conception of the responsibilities of friendship?

Lynda:
Oh, that's nice, the same day I send you a memo.

Kenny:
I just don’t understand why it’s so difficult to discuss a problem with my best friend.

Lynda:
And I don’t see why it has to be that particular problem. You’ve got hundreds.

Kenny:
What do you mean, I've got hundreds?

Lynda:
Oh, come on, Kenny, you're a complete neurotic!

Kenny:
I'm a complete neurotic? Well, let's just take a little look at who's talking here!

Lynda:
What do you mean by that?

Kenny:
Well, no offence, Lynda, but let's be honest. You're a selfish, paranoic, maladjusted, psychotic, complete bitch!