The intense session was taught by a few of the craft’s finest; the three and under crowd. During the skit’s opening, the duo are seen in workout gear, stretching and prepping for what’s to come. Funnyman James layered a white T-shirt and blue top underneath a green hoodie, finishing off his look with a pair of athletic shorts, black socks, and trainers. Ahead of his intense workout, James made sure to wear a head and armband. Gwyneth, 43, showed off her fit figure in a black tank top and matching leggings. The mother-of-two added a pair of trainers and headband just like her counterpart.

Gwyneth and James were feigning nerves, exchanging conversation about the ‘intense’ class they were so fortunate to be a part of. ‘So glad we got into this dance class,’ said 37-year-old James. ‘It’s impossible to get in to. It’s supposed to be really intense also,’ noted Gwyneth. ‘I heard they make Beyonce cry!’ the show host noted.

The two are on edge as soon as they hear a pounding of footsteps, which just so happen to belong to a tiny tot. As the skit continues, the duo follow closely to the “instruction” of their multiple dance teachers. From running up against walls to ballet movements, twirls and jumps, James and Gwyneth were in for an intense workout. There was also body rolls, thigh raises and complicated twists and turns.

‘That was intense,’ noted James. ‘I need to hydrate.’ The scene cuts to the two on the floor, joined by both their first dance instructor and a juice box. ‘That was amazing. Thank you so much. Can you fit us in next week?’ he asked the adorably pig-tailed girl. She then nods a simple ‘yes.’

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– Bollocks to him. Bollocks to him. Bollocks to him. Bollocks to him. Bollocks to him.

– Come on. If you don’t drink your fatty drinks, you’ll never really achieve quality cellulite. Your haircut suits you, by the way. No, it does. It does. No gag. Never make a joke about women’s hair, clothes, or menstrual cycles. Page one.

– Look, James, maybe I shouldn’t be here. I’m sorry. I’m not being fair. You know, under normal circumstances etcetera, you’re really nice and funny. My friend Anna thinks you’re cute.

– Wait, hold, hold. Your friend Anna thinks I’m cute? Your friend Anna thinks I’m cute? Shit, I just blew… Wait. Oh,  .2.85 on the wrong girl. Helen, listen. Sometimes we are plonked into people’s lives when they just need to be cheered up and reassured and it turns out that for some reason it’s your job. We don’t know why. In your case, it’s my job. But, I’ll be honest, the fact that I find you moderately attractive, just makes the job easier on my part. My intentions are completely honourable. I have no desire to overstep the mark. Seriously. You prefer diamonds or sapphires? Sorry.

– “Moderately attractive”?

– A-ha! I knew you were listening. Well, you know, lose the sad eyes, the droopy mouth, I could get you an upgrade. So, having firmly established the ground rules, what are you doing two weeks on Saturday?

– Probably killing myself.

– Excellent. What time does that finish? Do you like boats?