- [first lines]
- Yvonne: Gary, I think we'll put an ad in the 'Evening Standard'. Listen to this. Interior designer's pied-à-terre in Northwest Hampstead.
- Gary: Hampstead?
- Yvonne: Well, you've got to be creative to sell a house these days, I mean nobody wants to live in Cricklewood, do they?
- Gary: Well, why don't you go the whole hog, eh? Incredibly spacious Manhattan-style warehouse apartment with swimming pool, tennis court and rare-species aviary. Five minutes from Doitall.
- Yvonne: Well, we've got to sell the house somehow; otherwise we'll lose Maple Avenue.
- Gary: [to himself] Yeah, looking on the bright side.
- Yvonne: Oh, never mind. Come to bed.
- [last lines]
- Police Constable: You've had a right skinful, haven't you?
- Gary: No. I haven't had a drink for fifty-three years. Oh, c'mon, bag. Shall I drive?