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
