The Lady Refuses

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First Bobby:
[a dark, foggy street in London. Two bobbies are observing a young woman walking along furtively] New one, isn't she Albert?

Albert, Second Bobby:
Must be, or she wouldn't be out on a night like this. No weather for a dog.

First Bobby:
Nor for no cat, neither!

Sir Gerald Courtney:
Just see to the aperitifs, will you? [Dobbs, the butler, walks out of the frame and returns with a tray upon which is a carafe, presumably containing sherry] Dobbs, you're... you're downright Victorian. We must have cocktails, Dobbs, cocktails!

Dobbs:
[horrified] N-not cocktails, sir!

Sir Gerald Courtney:
Yes. Now don't tell me that it isn't British. You're deplorably behind the times. I drink 'em m'self. What's more, I can mix 'em. Mix is the word.

Dobbs:
They tell me they even put *ice* in them in America.

Sir Gerald Courtney:
Yes, well, I don't think we'll go quite that far.