Cue delerium. 'Oh, Yvonne, Yvonne!' Patrick cries. 'Look where we are now!'
'It's lovely, isn't it?' she replies. 'The minimum you can leave with tonight is £400. This offer, however, will be rather a lot more than that...'
*ring*
'And now you have a problem. Admit it.'
'You're not going to? You're staying in denial? Oh, fine.'
'Last offer, nine and a half thousand...
...we're now at nineTEEN and a half thousand pounds!'
Code:
£1,000
£5,000
£10,000
£100,000
£400 £200,000
BANKER'S OFFER: £19,500
'That's good money,' says Yvonne. 'Not for this board it isn't,' replies Donald instantly. 'I know I said I had a bad feeling, but that's gone now. That offer is nowhere near reflecting the value of the board.'
'I was thinking it could have been more... and yeah, I think you're right. Ask me the question.'
'£19,500... Deal or No Deal?' 'No Deal!'
'You don't have to listen to me!' Donald shouts. 'I'm just the number guy!'
'One more number to pick, one more box to open...
'I'll go with Cyril, 16.'
'Cyril, would you have taken that offer?' 'I think Donald might have talked me out of it.' 'Open Box 16... anything from £10,000 downwards will provoke ecstasy.'