Hilda Rumpole: It's, uh, lavender water. It's the lavender water that you give me every Christmas.
Horace Rumpole: Oh, sorry. I didn't recognize it.
Hilda Rumpole: Since we met, you've given me 40 bottles of lavender water.
Horace Rumpole: Well, I don't know what else you'd like the smell of.