Pat tackles the thorny issue of teen porking head on.

Pat: "Let's just take a stroll into the audience and see who we meet".

There's the master showman leading you up the garden path so you're utterly shocked when this happens:

Pat [happening upon random audience member]: "Ah! Tracy. You're fifteen, isn't it? And you're sexually active."
Tracy [in heavy Dublin accent, cause it happens NOWHERE ELSE]: "Yeah."
Pat: "And what would you and your boyfriend get up to on an average night out?"
Tracy: "Diddies. Gooters. Snoggin'. And a birra textin'."
Pat: "And does he wear protection? And I don't mean-" [Pat guffaws and turns to the respectable parts of the audience] "-a baseball cap!"
Tracy: "Woh, a johnny? Nah. Can't feel as much, y'know."
Pat: "Shocking. And has he ever heard of genital warts?"
Tracy: "Ah yeah! They're not as good as fiddy cent though."
[ad nauseum groinum scratchicus]

Give it about fifteen minutes, assuming you can avoid the bongo mongo quiz;
Pat: "Clue number one! Dan wrote the book, Tom stars in the film!"
Drunk audience member: "MAGNUM PEE EYE!"
[lots of "shush"ing]

Anyway, that's when Pat gets to the piece de resistance. You see, the auld Emerald Isle is in a state of upheaval at the mo. The state pathologist is being called on controversial pronouncements, the minister for health is getting attacked by the nurses, petrol prices have soared, interest rate rises are looming....so the Late Late show knows what to do.

Yes sir! WE'LL FINISH THE SHOW WITH SOME TOURETTES FOLK!

John is from Scotland. He's built like a brick shithouse, but he's a gent. He tells Pat that the tourettes doesn't strike when someone speaks directly to him, but if Pat turns to someone else then the tourettes has free rein.

Pat talking to John isn't particularly funny.

What is funny is when Pat does the right thing and turns to the Hugh Grant-a-like beside John and gets him to hold forth on his posher version of tourettes.

Hugh-Grant-a-like: "...and what's odd Pat is-" [flicks fringe] "-that I can control the syndrome until I get to the fish counter in a large supermarket chain."
Pat [taking the bait]: "Oh! Who Would That Be Then?"
Hugh-Grant-a-like: "Hoh hoh! Why it's-"
John: "FUCK!"
Hugh-Grant-a-like: "eh..Tesco."
Pat: "Tesco? Like we have here in Ireland?"
Hugh-Grant-a-like: "Yes indeed! Just like-"
John: "RAPE!"
Hugh-Grant-a-like: "Tesco."
Pat: "You're just like Hugh Grant, did you know that?"
Hugh-Grant-a-like: "FUCK!"