The V.I.P.s1963

Airport Director:
[Talking on the phone] No, I want to speak to Dawkins.

Sanders:
[Walks into the Director's office] Excuse me, sir.

Airport Director:
Shhh! [Talking on the phone] Dawkins? Airport Director, here. I want the royal lounge made ready by 10 hundred hours for the Russian delegation. Oh, about 20 of them, I think. Lay out caviar, champagne and cake. Oh, some kind of Russian-looking cake. Well, how should I know what makes a cake look Russian! Use your imagination, Dawkins.

Sanders:
May I speak to you sir? Its extremely urgent.

Airport Director:
[Still talking on the phone] Russians take-off is 10:25. By 10:45, the lounge must be ready for the American delegation. Oh, sandwiches, coffee and bourbon. Their take-off is 11 hundred hours.

[Hangs up phone]

Airport Director:
Yes, what is it?

Sanders:
It's my VIP list, sir. I thought perhaps you might know who Mr. Len Mason is?

Airport Director:
Why should I? Your VIPs, your own pigeon, Sanders. I've got my own to look after. And they're a great deal more important than your film stars and oil magnets!