Alistair: I've got to go to Athens.
Alistair: Yeah, I'm hoping to meet Nana Mouskouri to talk about a new book called "Boys Do Make Passes".
Jean: No Madge?
Rocky: No. She sends her apologies. She...
[kisses Jean hello]
Rocky: She's wrestling with the local operatic society at the moment.
Jean: Well, why is she wrestling the operatic society?
Rocky: Oh, they're planning a production of "Irma la Douce".
Jean: Well, I would have thought that Madge would have approved of that.
Rocky: She does. Trouble is she wants to play Irma.
Lionel: This could be a long wrestle.
Lionel: Mrs Bale didn't mention the shipping forecast once, and that's not natural.
Jean: Well, she did say, "Que sera will be."
Lionel: Why didn't she say "Que sera sera"?
Jean: What, a whole sentence in a foreign tongue? I don't think so.
Lionel: Damn and blast. Damn and blast!
Jean: Do you want a hand, Lionel?
Lionel: I can manage. Thank you.
Lionel: Will you come out!
Judith: Is she the sister?
Jean: No, she can't be; the sister went to Australia.
Judith: Well, she looks like her.
Jean: Unless there's a third sister we know nothing about.
Judith: That's not very likely, is it?
Jean: Well, none of it's very likely, is it?
Lionel: Look, I know you're in there; will you come out?
Jean: [to Judith] I've just got comfortable.
Judith: What's the matter, Lionel?
Lionel: Who said anything was the matter?
Judith: Fair enough. She could have come back from Australia.
Jean: What, she only went last week!
Lionel: All right, it's this stupid printer.
Judith: Oh, what's the matter with the printer?
Lionel: It won't print.
[Lionel has just been speaking to Rocky on the telephone]
Jean: Who's buying the house?
Lionel: *He* is.
Jean: Oh, that's perfect! He and Madge belong there. For that matter, so do Mrs. Bale and Lol. I don't know why they left it in the first place.
Lionel: Oh, my God!
Lionel: He gave me the house, and now the old fool's trying to buy it back from me. I'm rounding off a wonderful day by robbing my own father!