[Glynis at her squeakiest!]
Ken Boon: Glynis, where are you going?
Glynis: Well it's Friday afternoon, Mr Boon.
Ken Boon: I know it's Friday afternoon.
Glynis: Well I always see my acupuncturist on Fridays.
Ken Boon: Acupuncture?
Glynis: Mmm. For my back. Oh, he's absolutely marvellous. After half an hour with one of his needles, I feel like a new woman.
Ken Boon: Listen, love. Can't you arrange it for another day? I mean, Harry's left me here and I can't cope on my own.
Glynis: Oh, I'm sorry, Mr Boon, but I did tell Mr Crawford. I can't miss my appointment.
Ken Boon: Well who's going to look after the reception?
Glynis: He should have told you. I've got to go. I'll miss my bus. Otherwise, you know...