DINAH. Except Mr. Pim.
BRIAN. Oh, does he—
OLIVIA. Who's Mr. Pim?
DINAH. Oh, he just happened—I say, are those the curtains? Then you're going to have them after all?
OLIVIA (with an air of surprise). After all what? But I decided on them long ago. (To BRIAN) You haven't told George yet?
BRIAN. I began to, you know, but I never got any farther than "Er—there's just—er—"
DINAH. George would talk about pigs all the time.
OLIVIA. Well, I suppose you want me to help you.
DINAH. Do, darling.
BRIAN. It would be awfully decent of you. Of course, I'm not quite his sort really—