The Importance of Being Earnest2002

Jack:
I don't actually know who I am by birth. I was... well, I was found.

Lady Bracknell:
Found?

Jack:
Yes. The late Mr. Thomas Cardew, an old gentlemen of a kindly disposition found me and gave me the name of Worthing because he happened to have a first class ticket to Worthing at the time. Worthing is a place in Sussex. It's a seaside resort.

Lady Bracknell:
And where did this charitable gentlemen with the first class ticket to the seaside resort find you?

Jack:
In a handbag.

Lady Bracknell:
[closes eyes briefly] A handbag?

Jack:
Yes, Lady Bracknell, I was in a hand bag. A somewhat large... black... leather handbag with handles... to it.

[pause]

Lady Bracknell:
An ordinary handbag.

Lady Bracknell:
And where did this Mr. James... or, Thomas Cardew come across this ordinary handbag?

Jack:
The cloak room at Victoria Station. It was given to him in mistake for his own...

Lady Bracknell:
[Shocked] The cloak room at Victoria Station?

Jack:
Yes. The Brighton line.

Lady Bracknell:
The line is immaterial.

[begins tearing up notes]

Lady Bracknell:
Mr. Worthing. I must confess that I feel somewhat bewildered by what you have just told me. To be born, or at any rate bred in a handbag, whether it have handles or not, seems to me to display a contempt for the ordinary decencies of family life which reminds one of the worst excesses of the French revolution, and I presume you know what that unfortunate movement led to?