PHIL: Hallo Steve.
STEVE: Hallo Sport. How’s tricks?
PHIL: You should know, you old dog you.
STEVE: Ha! True enough. Care for a drink?
PHIL: Smashing idea, but I really ought to stop in and see the boys. And then do something about that wallpaper…
STEVE: Quite right. Off you go.
STEVE: Until later, then.
STEVE: I think he turned out rather well.
BOSS: I believe I am going to be ill.