Waiter: Lettuce salad, and a Perrier and soda? Yes, sir.
Woman: You aren't very gay.
Man: Gay! You don't know all the yearnings of my soul. Don't imagine that because I'm a special of the Record I haven't got a soul.
Woman: I suppose you've been reading that book, Omar Khayyam, that every one's talking about. Isn't that what it's called?
Man: Has Omar Khayyam reached the theatrical world? Well, there's no doubt the earth does move, after all.
Woman: A little more soda, please. And just a trifle less impudence. What book ought one to be reading, then?
Man: Socialism's the thing just now. Read Wells on Socialism. It'll be all over the theatrical world in a few years' time.
Woman: No fear! I can't bear Wells. He's always stirring up the dregs. I don't mind froth, but I do draw the line at dregs. What's the band playing? What have you been doing to-day? Is this lettuce? No, no! No bread. Didn't you hear me tell you?
Man: I've been busy with the Priam Farll affair.
Woman: Priam Farll?