Simon Russell:
[
Looking at the photo of Elizabeth in Deniston's wallet as they share a drink at the bar] What on earth's that?
Deniston Russell:
That - is Elizabeth.
Simon Russell:
You're dead right, old boy, not my cup of tea at all.
Deniston Russell:
I should hope not. Look I must telephone her now.
Simon Russell:
The box is over there.
Deniston Russell:
Thank you. With all this on my mind I just cannot face her tonight.
Simon Russell:
Couldn't face her any night.
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