Charles:
Perhaps you were right, Hen. Perhaps we should've got married.
Henrietta:
Good God, no! Marry you and I'd have had to marry your friends and I'm not quite sure I could take Fiona.
Charles:
Fiona loves you.
Henrietta:
Fiona calls me Duckface.
Charles:
Well, I never heard that.
Henrietta:
Oh, Darling, come to lunch soon. Give me a ring, okay? Oh, still cute.
[Henrieta leaves and Fiona aproaches]
Fiona:
How's Duckface?
Charles:
Good form actually, not too mad.
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