Jack Aylesbury: [watching TV] Oh, pass it up, for Christ's sake! Look at him. We're in for a bloody sight-seeing tour of Milan now. Get rid of it, man!
[the doorbell rings]
Pat Aylesbury: Who's that, for goodness sake?
[leaves the room]
Jack Aylesbury: Oh, give me a break! Why don't you just gift-wrap the ball and tie a ribbon on it for him?
Sales Assistant: We can have it delivered to you first thing Monday morning.
Margaret Meldrew: Not until then?
Sales Assistant: That all right for you?
Sales Assistant: All right? I have just spent the most unutterably miserable week of my entire life coping with a husband deprived of his television set. If I have to prolong that agony for another hour, let alone another weekend, I may just do something very regrettable with a pair of razor-tipped salad tongs.