Mrs. Monty Levin:
So, perfect nobody is.
Liz Brown:
She was in bed with my husband...!
Mrs. Monty Levin:
Look, for thirty shillings a week and all found, you can't expect Mary Poppins.
Liz Brown:
Someone should report her to the authorities as an undesirable alien.
Mrs. Monty Levin:
Alien, maybe. But undesirable, it doesn't sound like!
Liz Brown:
My husband was too drunk to know what was happening. He's not used to drinking.
Mrs. Monty Levin:
I don't like the sound of what he is used to.
Liz Brown:
Mrs. Levin, if I have decided to accept my husband's explanation, the one thing I do not need is anyone undermining it. He, personally, sent her packing. So all I want from you is a replacement.
Mrs. Monty Levin:
Oh, of course you do. And what's more a replacement that will turn out to be a repetition...
[she searches her files]
Mrs. Monty Levin:
Ooh, Mrs. Brown I've got for you here a girl that's like the answer to a prayer.
Liz Brown:
Whose prayer?
Mrs. Monty Levin:
That you don't have to worry, when I tell you that in her last situation, she broke the husband's arm in four places.
Liz Brown:
That sounds perfect!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:36