Clerk. Well, have you got any marriage lines?
Working Man to Working Lady. 'Ave, we, Sal?
Working Lady (confidently). Na, not likely.
Working Man. Well, young man, it's like this 'ere; we've lived together twenty year: she's my missus, I'm 'er 'usband, and I wants 'er to 'ave my little bit when I goes aloft. Ain't that it, Sal?
Working Lady (coyly). Yus.
Clerk. Well, did you go to church to be married?
Working Lady. Get out; not likely.
Clerk. Did you go to a Registry Office?
Working Lady (indignantly). Not me.
Clerk. Well, you'll excuse me saying so, but you are not married.