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: It's years since you touched that garden, George. It's only the bindweed keeping down the nettles that gives us a view of the broken fence.
: That's a lovely statue, Mildred. Mildred
: Oh, thank you. It's symbolic, of course. George
: You can see that, it hasn't got any what's-names.
: George, how can you be so ignorant? They don't have mud in Hampton Wick!
: You know, it was a going-away party. One of the girls was going away. If *you* were going away I'd have a party. Roper
: It's a pity you don't live in India. You'd be sacred, you would.
: Obviously, our wedding anniversary means nothing to you anymore. George Roper
: Of course it does, of course it does. And what's more I'll prove it to you. Mildred Roper
: How? George Roper
: By seeing if they've got our tune. Mildred Roper
: [gesturing towards the jukebox
] What, on that thing? George Roper
: Yeah. Well, they might have a punk version by the Sox Pistols. Mildred Roper
: The who? George Roper
: Yeah, or even them.
: [GEORGE IS COMBING HIS HAIR; MILDRED WATCHES HIM
] Oh, changing your style are you? It used to be three hairs to the right and two to the left. Mr. Roper
: Sarcasm goes right over my head. Mrs. Roper
: Pity your hair doesn't.