Rumpole of the Bailey1978

Horace Rumpole:
[musing to himself] Ah, the Timsons, en famille, in all their glory. It's like an old school reunion. I've never seen so many ex-clients at one go. [out loud] Ah, Mr. Bernard. You're instructing me?

Mr. Bernard:
Always, in a Timson case, Mr. Rumpole.

Fred Timson:
Nothing but the best for the Timsons. Best solicitor, best barrister going. Shall I do the honours? Vi, my wife.

Horace Rumpole:
[to himself] I got Vi off on a handling charge, after the Croydon bank raid. Well, there was really no evidence.

Fred Timson:
...Uncle Cyril...

Horace Rumpole:
[to himself] What was his last outing, exactly? Carrying housebreaking instruments by night.

Fred Timson:
...Uncle Dennis. Oh, you remember Den, surely ?

Horace Rumpole:
[to himself] Oh yes. Conspiracy to forge log books.

Fred Timson:
...and Den's Doris...

Horace Rumpole:
[to himself] A bit of receiving a vast quantity of stolen scampi. Yes, acquitted by a majority.

Fred Timson:
...and yours truly, Frederick Timson, the boy's father.

Horace Rumpole:
[to himself] Ah, we had a slip-up with Fred's last spot of bother. I was away, with flu. George Frobisher took it over. He got three years. He must only just have got out.

Fred Timson:
Well, now you know the whole family, Mr. Rumpole.

Horace Rumpole:
[to himself] A family to breed from, the Timsons! Without them, the Old Bailey would go out of business.