That's him, Carlton.

I shall be seeing you at Merton. Cecilia is waiting for me downstairs. Get off, you fat slut. Pardon me? Une robe couleur de lune, nous verrons b… Well, yes, possibly. That's your dad's old jersey. She thinks you've corrupted me. Finish him! A little signal to amuse the fleet. Smash him! Hey, send us back a haggis. They laugh at me. But leave the troubles of state to me. You're all fucked up.