Grimshaw:
Taylor Swift is here, everybody! Yay! Hi, Swifty! ... Oh, it's Sara. Aw, rubbish!
Sara Cox (fellow radio presenter:
What do you mean: rubbish?!
Grimshaw:
I'm joking. I meant her. I meant Taylor. [Laughs] You look exactly like her today. We've said this before but today...
Cox:
At your dinner, young Harry was giving me weird looks like I was doing it on purpose, like he'd been in some time machine to the future and seen all his exes. The time machine of hell.
Grimshaw:
Like a scene out of 'Clockwork Orange'. [Laughs] You look extra like her today. You've probably got cowboy boots on, and a guitar on your back and a string of ex-boyfriends behind you.
Cox:
It's my blunt fringe and glasses.
[Conversation moves onto another topic]
Grimshaw:
Bye, Taylor! I mean, Sara. Have a good show.
Cox:
"Bye, y'all!" Is that what she'd say?
Grimshaw:
Yeah, I think so. [Adopts comedy accent] "See you in Nashville, yo! Wanna go out with me?"