Lee: Make a move. Dawn Tinsley: Leave? Uh, um...we could...wait a few minutes here... Lee: I know what you're like - you'll have too much to drink tonight and moan all day tomorrow... Dawn Tinsley: Uh, what about Secret Santa? Lee: Well, I'm...sure you'll cope. Neil Godwim: No dog with you today, David? Chris Finch: Did you not see her? She just left! David Brent: Chris...why don't you fuck off! Gareth Keenan: Careful, she's got fiancée. Dawn Tinsley: [turns to Gareth] I haven't - not anymore.