(AUDIENCE LAUGHS) I suppose it’s of no interest
to any of you that I have been awakened
from deep, deep sleep with the lot of you screaming
like banshees! – What’s going on?
– I’ve been talking to Miss Stillington. – Who the hell is Miss Stillington?
– She’s in the spare room. I didn’t ask where she was,
I asked who she was. Oh! We might look her up
in the telephone book. She lost her latch key,
if you know what I mean. (AUDIENCE LAUGHS) – Go away, Fred, and get me some coffee.
– Rightyo. – And don’t say “rightyo”.
– Very good, sir. You met her at a party
and you brought her home here and you told her about your early
struggles and she stayed the night. Oh, I remember now.
She’s a darling. I’m mad about her. (AUDIENCE LAUGHS)