Keeping Up Appearances1990

[first lines]

Hyacinth:
Good-bye, Sheridan! I do wish he'd reconsider wearing a vest. I used to so enjoy ironing his little vests. [turns] Ah, the postman.

The Postman:
Good morning, Mrs Bouquet, ah, Bucket... ah, Bouquet.

Hyacinth:
That was Sheridan.

The Postman:
Oh, really?

Hyacinth:
My son.

The Postman:
Oh, Sheridan Bouquet.

Hyacinth:
Exactly. He's at university, you know.

The Postman:
No, I didn't, actually.

Hyacinth:
They grow up so quickly. Do you have children?

The Postman:
Uh, seven.

Hyacinth:
Seven!

The Postman:
[counts on his fingers] Yeah.

Hyacinth:
Quite an achievement when you have to be up so early. It's a mercy you're on foot and not on a bicycle.