Bertie Wooster: Ah, Jeeves, how was the little chap this morning?
Reginald Jeeves: Distressingly willful, sir.
Bertie Wooster: Ah well, we must look on the bright side, Jeeves. We must think of the untold goose we have done ourselves by nannying the beast until Aunt Agatha has finished her inspection of the continent.
Reginald Jeeves: True, sir. Um, pardon me for asking, sir, but are you proposing to appear in public in those garments?
Bertie Wooster: What? Certainly, Jeeves. What, a bit vivid do you think?
Reginald Jeeves: Not necessarily, sir. I am told that Mr Freddy 'He's a Riot' Flowerdew often appears on the music-hall stage in comparable attire, but...
Bertie Wooster: No, no, no. No, no, no. No buts, Jeeves. I happen to think very highly of them.
Reginald Jeeves: Shall I run your bath, sir?
Bertie Wooster: Thank you, Jeeves, yes.
Bertie Wooster: Oh, Jeeves.
Reginald Jeeves: Yes, sir?
Bertie Wooster: Those plus-sixes, Jeeves. Get rid of them, will you.
Reginald Jeeves: Thank you, sir. It will be a wrench at first, but you'll feel better for it.