Sheila is pleased to hear from Clive, as she thought he was still on the road.

CLIVE: I am! And on the footpath, and on the lawn...
SHEILA: Where are you?
CLIVE: Travelling!
SHEILA: Well, I'm sitting here, alone, again, having Happy Hour which I now call, "Crappy Hour".
CLIVE: I tell you what, pour me a glass and we can pretend.
SHEILA: Seems a shame to waste it, but OK.
CLIVE: Great news about David.
SHEILA: Great news! Now all we need is brain transplant for Kyle(!)

Sheila explains that he's kissed Roxy and she doesn't think she's a good influence.

CLIVE: I tell you what, close your eyes and visualise me being there.
SHEILA: What are you wearing?
CLIVE: What would you like? Paint me a picture.

Sheila is waxing lyrical on Clive's red, silk boxers when he starts running across the lawn behind her! She is so surprised that she throws her wine over him! They kiss and she starts to undo his shirt (yuk)

The phone rings and she rejects the call, telling Clive to GYGOAGI (Get Your Gear Off And Get Inside)

They head off, laughing.