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[in the silence of the club room, the waiter drops a spoon. Slowly the elderly Colonel stands up, and then...]
Colonel:
Pah! The eternal din in this club is an outrage! I ask you, wot?
Algy Longworth:
You're perfectly right, Colonel. We ought to complain. Do you know that's the third spoon I've heard drop this month?
Hugh 'Bulldog' Drummond:
Spoons, my hat. I wish that somebody would throw a bomb and wake the place up.
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