Harry: "Look I took the bus here today but there aren't any around right now, can I ave a fiver to get a taxi?"
Lowe: "Oh dear Harry you like everyone else seems to overestimate the amount of money this football club has. I have always run Southampton FC on a reasonable budget so we don't go bankrupt."
Harry: "Come on I only need �5 to get home, I'll pay you back tommorow."
Lowe: "You see running a football club is like running a farm. You put all the animals in cheap cages, sell them off and get rich. No, no that's not what I meant. But I know that the fact I'm a farmer makes me qualified to be a chairman somehow. Just look at these graphs:"
Lowe: "Who told you about that?"
Harry Redknapp just twitches a few more times and keeps moving his head from side to side. Harry: "I guess I'll just walk."
Lowe: "Of course I could give you the money if you say I'm the best chairman in the whole world and let me buy back that Delgaldo guy again. I made Gordon run round in circles and shout 'Lowe's my ho' Forgot to give him that contract though. I like Delgaldo cos he had a funny name, Delgaldo" Rupert laughs hysterically.
Harry scribbles something with some crayons on a a bit of paper. Harry: "I've got you an early birthday card" he walks out.
Lowe looks at the paper.
He opens his fan mail and smiles because he thinks everyone loves him. Unfortunately he didn't realise the fan-mail was from a pompey fan. It read:
"Dear Lowe thankyou for making the Saints crap. From a sk8."
Lowe is bored so he decides to phone up his PA.
PA: "There's a Sven-Goran Eriksson down here. He wants to talk about Crouch."
Lowe: "Tell him to send the cheque for him in the post."
PA: "But he doesn't want to buy.."
Lowe: "Shhhh my money's talking." He holds the �5 note to his ear.