Warwick Wilson: It's a cheeky drop.
Warwick Wilson: Don't thank me, John. You make things very entertaining.
Warwick Wilson: Lighten up, John! It's a party.
John Taylor: Why can't you just let me go?
Warwick Wilson: You're my guest. And I'm glad you're here. But you have no-one but yourself to blame.
Warwick Wilson: One, two, three, conga.
