Bam. Miss Verity, it's not you. If I wanted to marry I dunno as I'd look an inch further. It's—I'm not the marrying sort and that's top and bottom of it.
Ste. Sam, I'll be mayor myself if it's only for the fun of opening that recreation ground to the public and making a speech about the anxious negotiating the Council had to do before they brought off this great scheme and conferred an inestimable boon on the deserving working classes.
Bam. Oh, if you're putting up for mayor, I retire. I can't fight a man of your weight.
Ste. Fight be hanged. We're good friends.
Bam. Aye. You've got your man in there.
Ste. Well! (Pause.) Yes.
Lucy. It's very sweet of you not to want to marry me, Mr. Bamford.
Bam. Ask me to the wedding.
Ste. Yes, you should be good for a thumping present after this.
Bam. I'll stand my corner. You've to tackle the curate. I'll be off.