Good morning, Insuranceline, you are speaking with Chantelle.
Hello, my name is Danny and a mate tells me I can get life insurance over the phone, is that right?
That's right Danny, all I need is your age and your smoking status
Oh, I'm 39 and I'm a non-smoker......
LYING TURDS
You are not Chantelle and he is not Danny, you are fecking actors and the real facts are:
The woman (Morag) is heroin addicted and on parole, but has conned her way into a gig with an acting agency
The man is actually called Alistair, is doing the gig as he can't do his planned porno due to sudden herpes breakout. He has no interest in life insurance as his boyfriend is a stockbroker who is going to leave his entire estate to him when he dies of AIDS (prognosis 2016) and Alistair has no interest in wasting good money on insurance to benefit his scumbag Exclusive Brethren family who disowned him and threw him into the street when he came out.
Word of warning - if you do take out life insurance and sadly pass away, a man called Brent is going to be delighted because he's been shagging your mrs on the quiet for the last five years and they are looking forward not only to your insurance payout but also the proceeds of the house. Wow brakes suddenly feel a bit spongy and you are only half way down the Tooowoomba range on a wet night. Might have to take the car back to that Brent's Brakes the wife recommended for the last service.