Oh, come on!

What's going on?

.. on his own.

Go on, then. Take your misery out on me.

She insists on knowing everything.

Who peed on my shoes?

I'd let you try on mine.

I'm supposed to be on bail.

Spot on, it's in the 50s.

He was inviting me on his yacht.

You are wearing it on a boat?

I thought you'd let me try on a dress.

So it's OK for you to come and call on me, but not for me to come and call on you.

But sod him. Because I have a captain friend who has a big boat that he's taking me out on, on Thursday.

But it's true, I'm used to being on my own.

Lady Marchmont watched Sir Timothy's hands dancing on the piano keys.

Sssh! You're only out on bail. They can arrest you again.

We went on a special trip to London to get them.

as everybody seems so intent on shoving us together, he's clearly not interested.

Larry's written you a very funny poem based on the Ballad Of Reading Gaol.