George Burbank:
I just came over here to speak about something.
[pause]
Phil Burbank:
Come on partner. Open your talker. What is it?
George Burbank:
His Nibs will be joining us for dinner. And the old gent and the old lady.
Phil Burbank:
Well sir, ain't we going into society.
[both chuckle]
Phil Burbank:
[on Rose] She on the "panana" again? Setting your teeth on edge?
George Burbank:
No. I like to hear Rose play.
Phil Burbank:
Well, old timer, what is it? What's in the noodle?
George Burbank:
Well... Phil... I... I just...
Phil Burbank:
Go on, spit it out.
George Burbank:
It's just... about His Nibs, the governor.
Phil Burbank:
Alright.
George Burbank:
And er... it's not so much about His Nibs... but er, his wife, actually. I was thinking, His Nibs probably wouldn't mind so much. But... his missus might.
Phil Burbank:
Might what, for dear Christ's sake?
George Burbank:
Well, it's sort of a hard thing... to say. She might mind if you come to the table without a wash up.
[Phil is too angry to reply]
George Burbank:
[leaving] Yeah.
