Miss Elliott:
[answering the phone]
Abbey nine seven double three...
Rebecca Howard:
Is there someone there called, Sebastian... oh... Sebastian someone?
Miss Elliott:
Mister Sebastian...
Rebecca Howard:
I met him in Oxford in the spring and he offered me a job
Miss Elliott:
Hold on
Sebastian:
[to Sebastian]
A girl who says you offered her a job... in the spring
Sebastian:
In the spring?
Miss Elliott:
At Oxford
Sebastian:
Ah! Licence number 66-0-F-Y-H
[he picks up the handset]
Sebastian:
Let me smother you in jewels and furs; let me whisk you to Monte in my Mercedes...
Rebecca Howard:
What?
Sebastian:
...Let me teach you the meaning of desire
Rebecca Howard:
Sounds a bit old-fashioned to me
Sebastian:
Yeah, well it is rather an old-fashioned business
Rebecca Howard:
What do you do?
Sebastian:
[to Miss Elliott]
what do we do?
Miss Elliott:
[picks up handset]
This is Mister Sebastian's personal assistant. We are a more-or-less sane and respectable department of the Civil Service, appearances notwithstanding. Would you like me to arrange an interview?
Rebecca Howard:
Civil Service? Good God! No thank you very much
Miss Elliott:
[to Sebastian]
Well, you've lost her. Is she any good?
Sebastian:
Don't know. Can't tell.
Miss Elliott:
You've been doing rather a lot of this stuff recently
Sebastian:
A lot of what stuff?
Miss Elliott:
Gaily irresponsible stuff. This fart-arsing about. It's time you took a proper holiday
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:28