Never the Twain1981

[Simon has answered his phone, to find Oliver on the other end]

Oliver Smallbridge:
Tell that boy of yours to stop it at once.

Simon Peel:
[looks towards David] Eating peanuts?

Oliver Smallbridge:
Mucking around with my girl.

Simon Peel:
Now, look here, Smallbridge

[David moves away from the sofa and out of shot]

Simon Peel:
I hardly think you're in a pos... now, just a minute. Your daughter and my...

[looks up, to find David has left the room]

Simon Peel:
David.

Oliver Smallbridge:
They want to get married.

Simon Peel:
Married?

Oliver Smallbridge:
If we don't put a stop to it, we'll be related.

Simon Peel:
Oh my god, they'll have children, they'll look like you!

Oliver Smallbridge:
[Glaris at the phone, before putting the reciver back against his ear] There's nothing else for it, we'll have to meet.

Simon Peel:
Yes, I suppose, well, you'd better come round here.

Oliver Smallbridge:
Not likely. You'll set that cat on me. You come round here under a flag of truce.

Simon Peel:
That's what you said last time. You ambushed me with a lawn sprinkler.