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| GARRY: Your words are better than the- do you know what I mean? Isn't that right? | Sorry? |
| GARRY: We're all of us feeling pretty much, you know. I mean, aren't you? | Sorry? |
| LLOYD: And Brooke... | Yes? |
| LLOYD: Are you in? | In? |
| LLOYD: Are you there? | What? |
| GARRY: No, there's no one here. So what do you think? | Great. And this is all yours? |
| GARRY: Converted posset mill. Sixteenth century. | It must have cost a bomb. |
| GARRY: Arab sheikh. Oil. You know. | Right. And I've got to get those files to our Basingstoke office by four. |
| GARRY: We'll only just do it. I mean- | Right, then. |
| GARRY: We won't bother to chill the champagne. | All these doors! |
| GARRY: And a self contained service flat for the housekeeper. | Terrific. And which one's the... |
| GARRY: What? | You know... |
| GARRY: The usual offices? Through here. | Fantastic. |
| GARRY: I'm showing a perspective tenant over the house. | What's wrong with this door? |
| DOTTY: Clackett, dear. Clackett. | Oh. Hi. |
| GARRY: I'm sorry about this. | That's all right. We don't want the television, do we? |
| GARRY: I mean, don't you feel, you know? | Sorry? |
| GARRY: The sardines. | What sardines? |
| GARRY: I'm sorry about this. | That's all right. We don't want the television, do we? |
| DOTTY: Can't put your feet up on an empty stomach, can you? | You see? She thinks it's great. She's even making us sardines. |
| GARRY: Well... | I think she's terrific. |
| GARRY: Terrific. | So which way? |
| GARRY: All right. Before she comes back with the sardines. | Up here? |
| GARRY: Yes, yes. | In here? |
| GARRY: Yes, yes, yes. | It's another bathroom. |
| GARRY: No, no, no. | Always trying to get me into bathrooms. |
| GARRY: I mean in here. | Oh, black sheets! |
| GARRY: This one, this one. | Oh, you're in a real state! You can't even get the door open. |
| FREDERICK: Not at a technical. Would he? | Would who? |
| DOTTY: Half a chance, he would. | Would what? |
| BELINDA: Don't you cry, my sweet. It's not your fault. | No, I've got something behind my lens. |
| DOTTY: But he was standing right there in the stalls before we started! I saw him! | Who are we talking about now? |
| BELINDA: It's all right, my sweet. We know you can't see anything. | You mean Selsdon? I'm not blind, I can see Selsdon. |
| LLOYD: Oh, you're in a real state. | Oh, you're in a real state! You can't even get the door open. |
| LLOYD: Door closed, love. | You can't even get the door open. |
| GARRY: Yes, but I could hear voices. | Voices? What sort of voices? |
| GARRY: Yes, but I could hear voices. | Voices? What sort of voices? |
| GARRY: People's voices. | But there's no one here. |
| GARRY: It could be someone from the office, checking up. | I still don't see why you've got to put your tie on to look. |
| GARRY: Mrs Crackett. | Mrs Crackett? |
| GARRY: One has to set an example to the staff. | Oh, look, she's opened our sardines. |
| GARRY: Come back! | What? |
| GARRY: I'll fetch them! You can't go downstairs like that. | Why not? |
| GARRY: Mrs Crackett. | Mrs Crackett? |
| GARRY: Oh, it's you. | Of course it's me! You put me in here! In the dark! With all black sheets and things! |
| GARRY: But, darling, why did you lock the door? | Why did Ilock the door? Why did you lock the door! |
| GARRY: I didn't lock the door! | Someone locked the door! |
| GARRY: Anyway, we can't stand here like this. | Like what? |
| GARRY: In your underwear. | Okay, I'll take it off. |
| FREDERICK: Oh, bad luck! Which one is it this time? | Left. |
| LLOYD: Can she hear anything without them? | Sorry? |
| POPPY: Ugh! | Oh. Sorry. |
| GARRY: Ugh! | Sorry. |
| LLOYD: Brooke, sweetheart | I thought you said something to me. |
| LLOYD: Just go and hit the box-office manager with this and you'll have finished off live theatre in Weston-super-Mare. | Anyway, I've found it. |
| DOTTY: Where was it, love? | In my eye. |
| LLOYD: Not in your left eye? | It had gone round the side. |
| FREDERICK: Oh, Mrs Clackett's made us some sardines. | Now what? |
| GARRY: A hot-water bottle! I didn't put it there! | I didn't put it there. |
| GARRY: Someone in the bathroom, filling hot-water bottles. | You don't think there's something creepy going on? |
| GARRY: What did you say? | I didn't say anything. |
| GARRY: I mean, first the door handle. Now the hot-water bottle... | I can feel goose pimples all over. |
| GARRY: Yes, quick, get something round you. | Get the covers over our heads. |
| GARRY: You wait here. | You hear all sorts of funny things about these old houses. |
| GARRY: I can't see how anything creepy would survive oil-fired central heating and... | What? What is it? --- What's happening? |
| GARRY: The sardines. They've gone. | Perhaps there is something funny going on. I'm going to get into bed and put my head under the... |
| GARRY: I put them there. Or was it there? | Bag... |
| GARRY: I suppose Mrs Sprockett must have taken them away again . What? What is it? | Bag! |
| GARRY: Bag? | Bag! Bag! |
| GARRY: What do you mean, bag, bag? | Bag! Bag! Bag! |
| GARRY: What bag? | No bag! |
| GARRY: No bag? | Your bag! Suddenly! Here! Now - gone! |
| GARRY: It's in the bedroom. I put it in the bedroom. | Don't go in there! |
| GARRY: The box! | The box! |
| GARRY: They've both gone! | Oh my files! |
| GARRY: You wait in the bedroom. | No! No! No! |
| GARRY: At least put your dress on! | I'm not going in there! |
| GARRY: I'll fetch it for you, I'll fetch it for you! | Yes, quick - let's get out of here! |
| GARRY: Your dress has gone. | I'm never going to see Basingstoke again! |
| GARRY: Wait in the study... Study, study, study! | Roger! There's a strange figure in there! Where are you? |
| GARRY: I left a young woman here and what happened to her no one knows! | There's a man lurking in the undergrowth! |
| GARRY: Sorry, the young woman has reappeared. Are you all right? | No, he almost saw me! |
| GARRY: Yes, but he's a burglar as well! He's taken our things! | The things are here. |
| GARRY: So we're just missing a plate of sardines. | Here are the sardines. |
| GARRY: And we've found the sardines. | This is the police? You want the police here? In my underwear? |
| GARRY: I thought something terrible had happened to you! | It has! I know him! |
| GARRY: You know him? | He's dealt with by our office! |
| GARRY: He's just an ordinary sex maniac. | Yes, but he musn't see me like this! You have to keep up certain standards if you work for England Revenue. |
| GARRY: Well, put something on! | I haven't got anything! |
| SELSDON: Just give the upstairs a quick going-over for them. | A bathmat? |
| GARRY: Better than nothing! | I can't go around in front of our taxpayers wearing a bathmat! |
| GARRY: There must be something in the bedroom! | No, no, no, no! I'm not going in that bedroom again! |
| FREDERICK: Darling! Help! Where are you? | Roger! Roger! --- There's someone in the bathroom now! |
| BELINDA: Do you remember this china tea service -- | [screams] |
| BELINDA: Who are you? | Oh, no - it's his wife and dependents! |
| SELSDON: WC? I'll fix it. ROGER: Vicki? | Roger! |
| SELSDON: It's my little girl! | Dad! |
| DOTTY: Well, would you believe it? | What are you doing here like this? |
| SELSDON: What are you doing here like that? | Me? I'm taking our files on tax evasion to England Revenue in Basingstoke. |
| FREDERICK: What? What? LLOYD: Trousers! Trousers! | You snatch my bathmat! |
| LLOYD: Brooke! | Sorry... |
| LLOYD: We're two lines away from the end of the act. | I don't understand. |
| POPPY: What's that, Dad? | Yes, but I don't understand. |
| SELSDON: And you say to me, "What's that, Dad?" | I don't understand why the Sheikh looks like Philip. |
| BELINDA: Well, that's something I didn't know. | I think I'm going to faint. |
| SELSDON: But I'll tell you one thing, Vicki. | What's that, Dad? |
| SELSDON: A good old fashioned plate of what? | Sardines! |