Keeping Up Appearances1990

[first lines]

Hyacinth:
[opening the door just as the postman is about to slip a letter through] Aaaaah! What have you got?

The Postman:
Heart failure. [hands her the letter]

Hyacinth:
Well, this can't be it. This is a bill; this isn't it. It *should* be on stiff white card from the Lord Chamberlain's Office.

The Postman:
What should?

Hyacinth:
Our invitation. To the Royal Garden Party. My husband has recently retired after a lifetime of devoted service to the community. Now, that means an invitation to the Royal Garden Party; bound to.

The Postman:
Oh, bound to.

Hyacinth:
Mr. Hislop at number 43 went to the Royal Garden Party last year, and he only drives a C registration. [the postman starts off] Are you sure there's nothing else in your bag?

The Postman:
Not for this address, Mrs. Bu... Bouquet.

Hyacinth:
Well, that's very strange. It must be lying about somewhere, lost in the depths of your sorting office.

The Postman:
Your husband retired, has he?

Hyacinth:
Mm-hmm.

The Postman:
Wow! If anybody deserves a garden party!

Hyacinth:
Exactly.