[Eric shows up at Lynda's tea house job. Lynda sarcastically pretends not to recognize him]
Lynda Mansell:
Can I help you, sir?
Eric:
Cup of tea, please.
Lynda Mansell:
We don't serve cups of tea, sir. Only pots, that's teapots, not piss pots, although we can always make exceptions. If you want a cup of tea, you must go to the caf with all the other riffraff. This is a cafe.
Eric:
Pot of tea, then, smart arse.
Lynda Mansell:
Language.
[turns to leave]
Eric:
And a bit of cake.
[Lynda returns]
Eric:
Or a bun.
Lynda Mansell:
[deadpan]
Bath bun, Chelsea bun, currant bun, honey bun, up your bum, fairy buns, seed cake, cherry cake, fruit cake, ginger cake, Eccles cake, teacake, lemon cakes, Swiss rolls, dinkie rolls, jam sandwiches, macaroons, cheese straws, and scones.
Eric:
I'll just have the tea.
Lynda Mansell:
*Please.*
Eric:
Please.
Lynda Mansell:
Thank you.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:04