The Good Life1975

Barbara:
I suppose as far as you're concerned, Tom and I must be 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 Good:
Oh, don't she talk lovely?

Barbara:
Yeah, very nice.

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

Tom Good:
Yes. I understand that. Oh, when's the boar-walker coming, Barbara?

Barbara:
Tomorrow.

Tom Good:
Oh, yes.

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

Tom Good:
This chap's bringing his boar to serve Pinky.

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

Barbara:
Margo, you're shocked!

Margo:
Where?

Tom Good:
Not in here, in the garden.

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

Barbara:
Only if you're looking.

Margo:
Well, what about Mrs. Weaver?

Tom Good:
She can watch if she likes.

Margo:
This sort of thing simply does not go on in Surbiton.

Tom Good:
It must do, Margo. That is how little baby Surbitonites are made.

Margo:
Good morning.