Old Will: I feel like a shy bride.
Old Will: Two cups of teas please.
Grand Hotel Waiter: India or China, sir?
Old Will: No, tea.
Robert Tisdall: I feel like Bonnie Prince Charlie. You must be Flora MacDonald.
Erica Burgoyne: A good while ago I was Florence Nightingale.
Erica Burgoyne: We ought to order tea or something if we're going to stay here long.
Old Will: Well, I'd sooner have beers.
Erica Burgoyne: I don't think we can get them at the moment.
Old Will: I better order it, since I'm the man, eh?
Erica Burgoyne: Oh Robert, if only things would turn out all right.
Robert Tisdall: They started to.
Erica Burgoyne: Why, how do you mean?
Robert Tisdall: You called me Robert.
Erica Burgoyne: Oh, did I? I-I didn't notice it.
