You cannot stand it. You cannot stand that *I* have made this calendar a success. No. You...

Chris: You cannot stand it. You cannot stand that *I* have made this calendar a success. Annie: No. You see, what's happened Chris is that this calendar has made *you* a success.

We're taking on the bloody disease. The red light's on. You can't stand it, can you? You cannot stand that I've made this calendar a success. No, see, what's happened is this calendar's made you a success. What's that supposed to mean? Where are we? What is that supposed to mean? Well, you don't ask me what it means, Chris, when you're in a cardboard street talking about meeting George Clooney! Well, what's with all these letters, then? All this bloody Florence Nightingale? Doesn't that smack just a little bit of being a star?