The Good Life1975

Barbara:
I suppose we must be rather a blot on the avenue's escutcheon.

Margo:
Yes, you are.

Barbara:
Oh.

Margo:
But you are very dear friends. And by now I have risen like a phoenix from the fires of your eccentricities.

Tom:
Ah, don't she talk lovely!

Barbara:
Yeah, very nice.

Margo:
You know what I mean. Nothing you can do now will shock me. It's quite simple.

Tom:
Yes. I see that. When's the boar-walker coming, Barbara?

Barbara:
Tomorrow.

Margo:
Boar-walker? What's a boar-walker?

Tom:
This chap we know is bringing his boar to serve Pinky.

Margo:
With what? [Tom smiles] Oh, my God!

Barbara:
Margo, you're shocked!

Margo:
Where?

Tom:
Not in here, in the garden.

Margo:
But I shall be able to see it over the fence.

Barbara:
Only if you're looking.