Radio
Ford: Can... you... take... your... hand...off... my... throat?!
Barkeep: It's not my hand. It belonged to the original owner. He left it to medical science, they didn't like the look of it, so they gave it back to the bar.
Ford: I... can't pay... with a sodding hand... strangling me!
Barkeep: Not my fault! It takes orders, it serves drinks, it deals with people who need dealing with.
Barkeep: It's not my hand. It belonged to the original owner. He left it to medical science, they didn't like the look of it, so they gave it back to the bar.
Ford: I... can't pay... with a sodding hand... strangling me!
Barkeep: Not my fault! It takes orders, it serves drinks, it deals with people who need dealing with.
