Keeping Up Appearances1990

[first lines]

Hyacinth:
[answering the telephone] The Bouquet residence, the lady of the house speaking.

Hyacinth:
You are whom? Actually, I think that should be 'who'. You are who?

Hyacinth:
The Department of Refuse Service Offices? Oh, you mean the rubbish people.

Hyacinth:
Yes, I am the lady who's been ringing all week with a complaint. Yes, thank you for finally retuning my call.

Hyacinth:
My complaint is about your dustbin lorries.

Hyacinth:
All right, your collection vehicles. They will keep passing down my avenue. Now I don't mind them coming on Tuesday because that's when I put my dustbin out. But I wish you would forbid them to pass down my avenue on other days. It gives the impression that I specialize in superfluous amounts of garbage.

Hyacinth:
Oh, I know what they're doing; they're taking the short cut, and I'd like you to do something about it.

Hyacinth:
Well, if that's your excuse I wouldn't even put it in a black plastic bag and stuff it in a dustbin. Hello. Hello. [clicks the hook several times] Hello. [hangs up] Bolshie binman.