Man in lifeboat: You'd better hurry, Miss, before she sinks.
The Boy: I'll arrange for the captain to marry us.
Betty: *You'll* arrange!
The Manager: What brought you in here?
Betty: [smiles] Teeth!
The Manager: We're only interested in legs here.
Betty: I must have come in the wrong door - but it's all the same to me if you can give me a job.