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Bubble-permed monstrosity Renée accosts strangers and friends alike with endless chatter, while her poor henpecked husband, Roy, looks uncomfortable and only speaks when called upon by Renée.
 Roy's job is to agree with Renée when prompted:
'Roy tried his hand at karaoke. I said, 'You've got a good voice, but no co-ordination.' What did I say, Roy?' 'You've got a good voice, but no co-ordination.'
Occasionally Roy speaks out of turn, and then he gets a slap. Renée: Ooh, and the queues in Marks's. How long was I stood there?
Roy: Forty minutes?
Renée: You know it was forty five minutes, Roy. What are you trying to show me up for in front of your mother? | |
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