I must remind old Catflap
that I won’t be here for tea.
I’m meeting Captain Carver
at the Kat & Kedgeree.
Oh, by the way, Mudflap, I won’t be here for tea.
No tea this afternoon, Flipflop… take the afternoon off.
I’m going out, Slipknot, so no tea today. You can take the afternoon off.
— Afternoon off, M’Lud?
Oh for God’s sake! I won’t be here, Drainpipe. You can take the afternoon off!
— You want tea now, M’Lud?
No! I’m meeting Captain Carver, I won’t be…. oh forget it, Turnpike!
— Captain Ernest Carver, of the 13th Infantry Brigade, M’Lud?
Yes, old Irondrawers himself! We’re meeting at four at the Kat & Kedgeree, so I won’t…
— Beg pardon, M’Lud, but Captain Carver was killed on the twelfth of May 1915, two miles north of Verdun. Sniper on the Hohenzollern Redoubt, M’Lud.
Nonsense, Pikestaff! I got no such report!
— Possibly out of respect, M’Lud. Oh, and the Kat & Kedgeree closed in 1982, M’Lud. There’s a teashop there now.
Yes, in the drawing room. Thank you, Cornstarch.