[Harriet calls Peter to talk at a restaurant with a dance hall]
Lord Peter Wimsey: Tell me, what's the matter?
Harriet Vane: I'm not sure I should.
Lord Peter Wimsey: Tell me or tango.
Harriet Vane: You know I can't tango!
Lord Peter Wimsey: You've no choice then, have you?
Miss Burrows: Excuse my saying so, Miss Vane, but given your own terrible experience, I wonder that you should still decide to write the sort of books you do.
Harriet Vane: You're saying that anyone with proper feelings would rather scrub floors for a living? Well, I should scrub floors very badly, and I write mysteries rather well.
Lord Peter Wimsey: This bowtie is a mess.
Bunter: Yes, too perfect. Quite like a made-up affair.
[Wimsey pulls off the tie and begins to re-tie it]
Lord Peter Wimsey: Bunter, what does "ah" mean?
Bunter: I have observed, my lord, that on the few occasions when our sangfroid slips, it means we have a rendezvous with Miss Vane.
Lord Peter Wimsey: Bunter, you have a wonderful gift for impudence.
Bunter: Thank you, my lord.
[Wimsey finishes re-tying]
Lord Peter Wimsey: Bunter, how's that?
Bunter: Perfect. That is to say, slightly flawed. The mark of a true gentleman.