Sebastian

Miss Elliott: [answering the phone] Abbey nine seven double three...

Rebecca Howard: Is there someone there called, Sebastian... oh... Sebastian someone?

Miss Elliott: Mister Sebastian...

Rebecca Howard: I met him in Oxford in the spring and he offered me a job

Miss Elliott: Hold on

Sebastian: [to Sebastian] A girl who says you offered her a job... in the spring

Sebastian: In the spring?

Miss Elliott: At Oxford

Sebastian: Ah! Licence number 66-0-F-Y-H

[he picks up the handset]

Sebastian: Let me smother you in jewels and furs; let me whisk you to Monte in my Mercedes...

Rebecca Howard: What?

Sebastian: ...Let me teach you the meaning of desire

Rebecca Howard: Sounds a bit old-fashioned to me

Sebastian: Yeah, well it is rather an old-fashioned business

Rebecca Howard: What do you do?

Sebastian: [to Miss Elliott] what do we do?

Miss Elliott: [picks up handset] This is Mister Sebastian's personal assistant. We are a more-or-less sane and respectable department of the Civil Service, appearances notwithstanding. Would you like me to arrange an interview?

Rebecca Howard: Civil Service? Good God! No thank you very much

Miss Elliott: [to Sebastian] Well, you've lost her. Is she any good?

Sebastian: Don't know. Can't tell.

Miss Elliott: You've been doing rather a lot of this stuff recently

Sebastian: A lot of what stuff?

Miss Elliott: Gaily irresponsible stuff. This fart-arsing about. It's time you took a proper holiday