advertisement Robert Miller: It's no good, Peters. I'm fed up with girls. Robert Miller: [notices Vera through a window] I think. Henry Butterworth: You lied to that lady! Anne Fisher: And a good job too. Henry Butterworth: Any of these? [Henry waves his hand over a range of brass musical instruments] Vera Hart: No. Henry Butterworth: Pity. I can play them all. Vera Hart: [sincerely] All at once?