Cheek, I call it.
Parker-Jennings.
Come on, sit down, mother.
Mrs. Parker-Jennings.
[Unwillingly taking her seat at a vacant table.] How often ’ave I told you not to call me mother? My name’s Marion; I’m sure you ought to know it by now.
Parker-Jennings.
Is it? I always thought it was Maria.
Mrs. Parker-Jennings.
[To Jack Straw.] What are you waiting there for?
Jack Straw.