Peggy Hawkins:
Charlie, I know what you're thinking.
Charlie Hawkins:
Good, then it save me having to tell you, Mrs Glam!
Peggy Hawkins:
[to the car salesman] We'll take fifteen!
[Charlie, not knowing that Peggy is running Glamcabs, tells her all about the planned sabotage]
Peggy Hawkins:
What you're going to do is wrong, Charlie!
Charlie Hawkins:
Alright, so it's wrong, Charlie! And I'm a right Charlie!
Expectant Father:
Cab!
Charlie Hawkins:
No.
[denoting the vehicle]
Charlie Hawkins:
*This* is the cab.
[denoting himself]
Charlie Hawkins:
I'm the driver.
[denoting Pintpot]
Charlie Hawkins:
He's a learner.
[denotes the expectant father]
Charlie Hawkins:
And you're a twit, but get out of the way.
[after Charlie gives her a fur coat]
Peggy Hawkins:
Oh, Charlie! Oh, it's lovely!
Charlie Hawkins:
I'll say it is. Genuine mammoth, that is.
Peggy Hawkins:
Oh, don't be silly, Charlie.
Charlie Hawkins:
Straight up, it said so on the shop window: "Mammoth fur sale."复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
