John. [Grumpy.] No!
Fiddler. Yes, sir.
John. Fiddler.
Fiddler. Yes, sir.
John. Mrs. Karslake— [Fiddler nods.] You used to say she was our mascot?
Fiddler. Yes, sir.
John. Well, she's just married herself to a—a sort of a man—
Fiddler. Sorry to hear it, sir.
John. Well, Fiddler, between you and me, we're a pair of idiots.
Fiddler. Yes, sir!