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Alice: Sorry I took so long
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Ah, lovely!
We'll continue our little chat after tea. |
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June: Miss McNaught and I have no secrets from each other.
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Oh. Well, let's all have tea first.
I say, what delicious looking scones. |
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June: Copied from a recipe of her grandmother's.
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They look delish! May I try one?
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Alice: Here's the jam.
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They're what we used to call 'Girdle Scones.'
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Alice: ...or the outside of the scones will brown before the inside is cooked.
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They're a lovely even colour.
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Alice: I always cool them in a towel.
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Do you?
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Alice:...before I turn them over.
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They're very successful.
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Alice:...bicarbonate of soda.
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Now you're giving away trade secrets.
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Alice: -and one egg.
June: Shut up! (Throws cake) |
Now then girls!
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Alice: -that was not a nice thing to say.
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I expect she picked it up in the army.
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Alice: She swears like a trooper.
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But she has a heart of gold.
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June:...to learn about metre and things.
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What a nice hobby.
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June: As a poetess, she makes a very good cook.
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It's still a question of mixing the right ingredients to make a tasty whole.
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Alice:...the rampaging termagant.
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Very expressive
And how do you like being compared to the wind? |
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Alice: Slice of cake, Mrs. Mercy?
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Just a teeny one. I mustn't be greedy.
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June: Her mother made it.
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You can always tell when it's homebaked; it tastes quite different.
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June: if you knew what old Mother McNaught put into it.
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I'm not even going to ask.
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June: I'm delighted to hear it.
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Oh dear, this is just like a dormitory feast -- all this girlish banter.
I bet you were a terror at school. |
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June:...apple-pie bed.
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Ah, there's Sister George again. It's wonderful how over the years the character's evolved.
But we must constantly examine criticism, and if it's constructive, we must act on it. Ruthlessly. |
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June: What sort of criticism?
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Oh, nothing in particular. At least...
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June: But what?
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Well, that, I'm afraid, brings me-- to the unpleasant part of my business.
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Alice: I'll make myself scarce.
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Please sit down.
You won't hold it against me if I speak quite plainly? |
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June: Please do.
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It's my unpleasant duty to haul you over the coals, and administer a severe reprimand.
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June: Oh?
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I received this memo from the Director of Religious Broadcasting. I should like to have your comments.
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June: It's an utter, bloody lie!
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Please calm yourself, Miss Buckridge. Kindly hand me back the paper.
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June: It's -- preposterous!
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I take it you don't deny that you were drinking in The Bells on the night of the nineteenth?
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June: Where was I on the night of the nineteenth?
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I'm sorry to involve you in this, Miss McNaught.
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June: There's no crime in that, is there?
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Miss Buckridge, according to this letter -- from the Mother Superior of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, you boarded a taxi which had stopped at the traffic lights at Langham Place.
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June: I thought it was empty.
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'A taxi bearing as passengers two novitiate nuns from Ireland who had just arrived from King's Cross Station.'
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June: How was I to know?
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You boarded this taxi in a state of advanced inebriation -- and -- proceeded to assault the two nuns, subjecting them to actual physical violence.
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June:...screaming blue murder.
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Why didn't you get back out again?
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June:...--the taxi driver had to pull me free.
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According to the Mother Superior, one of the nuns required medical treatment for shock, and is still under sedation. (pause) She thought it was the devil.
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June: It was all a ghastly mistake.
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No doubt, but it'll take some explaining
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June: What a nasty thing to do for a holy woman.
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The Mother Superior is responsible for the nuns in her charge.
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June: They deserve to be scourged in their cells.
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I can hardly put through a report to the Controller, informing him of your allegation that you were bitten by two nuns.
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June: No, well, you could say...
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Let's be practical Sister George -- we're concerned with retaining the trust and respect of the public. Thousands of pounds spent on public relations -- and you jeopardize it all with your reckless and foolish behaviour. Really, Sister George, we have every reason to be very, very angry with you.
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June: What do you want me to do?
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You must write a letter immediately to the Mother Superior, apologizing sincerely for your behaviour, and I suggest you offer a small donation for some charity connected with the Convent.
Then you must send a copy of your letter to the Director of Religious Broadcasting , with a covering note from you, couched in suitable terms. |
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Alice:...I'll make quite sure she doesn't get into any mischief in the future.
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There speaks a true friend.
You're very lucky to have someone like Miss McNaught to rely on. Treasure her. |
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Alice:...and sent off right away.
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Good. That's what I like to hear.
I'll leave you in Miss McNaught's expert charge. |
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Alice: I'll keep her away from convents.
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You keep her on a tight rein, and all will be well.
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Alice: Between us we'll keep her in order.
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She won't stand a chance, will she?
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