LEONARD (looking round). Hallo!
NICHOLAS. Shaving?
LEONARD (exasperated). Well, what the devil did you think I was doing?
NICHOLAS. Shaving. (He sits down. LEONARD gets on with the good work.)
LEONARD. A-tish-oo!
NICHOLAS. Got a cold?
LEONARD. Obviously.
NICHOLAS (sympathetically). Horrid, sneezing when you’re all covered with soap.
LEONARD. Look here, I didn’t ask for your company, and I don’t want your comments.
NICHOLAS. Well, if it comes to that, I was here first, and I didn’t ask you to shave in the hall.