Lord of the Manor

Sir Henry Bovey:
Well, I may have said more than I meant to, but I didn't say half as much as I might, I assure you. And then the chap absolutely had the impertinence to tell me, *me*, that I didn't know anything about bacon. Me! With the finest Tamworth sows in the country. Darn it! Made me see red.

Lady Bovey:
Much wiser to see streaky, dear.

Sir Henry Bovey:
Is his butter good or is it bad? That's the test of a grocer.

Lady Bovey:
Quite so, dear. Well, I must get the London stores to call, uh... provisionally!

Lady Bovey:
I do love you, Henry.

Sir Henry Bovey:
Why, have I made a fool of myself again?