“Well may I ask what you expected to see out of a Torquay hotel bedroom window? Sydney Opera House perhaps? The Hanging Gardens of Babylon? Herds of wildebeest sweeping majestically…”
<div>On the subject of Audrey’s Uncle Greville</div>
Marjory: “I suppose he’s absolutely stinking rich.”
Audrey: “Oh, absolutely stinking. He made a squalid million-”
Marjory: “Honestly?”
Audrey: “No one ever makes a million honestly! Then he squandered it on loose women, then he made another million or two: all very seedy.”
Marjory: “Oh, I wish I could find a man who’d squander a million on me.”
Audrey: “I said loose women, Marjory.”
Marjory: “Oh, I could loosen up no end if the man was right!”
“Ho” is a strong term. Right now, I’m somewhere between “anatomical sales associate” and “high maintenance girlfriend.” Can’t you be positive about my growth?