The Lady Refuses1931

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.