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Although the scenario is basically everyone's worst nightmare, (angry guy who's had a few and proved he's capable of violence finding out that you've slept with his girlfriend) Dave's discovery that Josie's been cheating with Kingsley is absolutely hilarious.
"How would you like me to ram this spoon up your arse, Rumple-shithead?"
JP getting stuck up a cliff and his subsequent argument with Kingsley. And then Howard gets in on the action...
Dan, still angry at Kingsley's complaint, then forces Kingsley to run after the minivan with a broken leg.
Josie's whole spiel about Pope Kingsley in Series 1, culminating with: "So you can basically just fuck off, Popey!"
Episode seven of the third series has JP attempting to murder Kingsley, paranoid that he's stealing Sam from him. One attempt is making Kinsgley a risotto full of shards of glass.
Kingsley: Is this broken glass?
JP: Wouldn't have thought so. It's probably just a bit of transparent rice. Or maybe a pearl onion.
This leads to the two fighting after Howard's birthday party. On its own, two men having a massive violent fallout would be Tear Jerker territory. It moves into hysterical when one's dressed as Prince (sorry, I mean George Harrison) and the other's dressed as a Hooters waitress, complete with foam boobs, all scored to "Don't Leave Me This Way".
JP: She is my woman!
Kingsley: Women aren't possessions!
JP: STOP TALKING IN MEANINGLESS RIDDLES!
Kingsley tries to choke JP with one of his fake breasts
JP: You can't hurt me with boobs, Kingsley! I thrive on boobs!
The three-way bitch fight between Josie, Heather and Sam, culminating in everyone slapping everyone.
Howard attempts to create a new image to win a geology scholarship. The result is described by Vod as "special needs line dancer", and by JP as "trainee paedo".
Vod: Everyone's got a vibe, Howard. Yours is the whole "NHS-specs-chronic-masturbator-Lord-of-the-Rings-fan" vibe.