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Four matching pairs.
Blue and green washbasins
for Carter's, Aberdeen.
- Six white, top-flushing urinals.
for the YWCA, Wigan.
One matching pair...
The YWCA? Hey, you're right.
Well, Miss Withering, how does it feel?
Yes, I think so, Mr Boggs.
That's what I always say.
It's a bit big in the bowl, I think.
It is only two centimetres more than our last
model, and I'm sure we shan't fall out over that.
No, no. I like your overall design, Mr Coote.
Oh, thank you, sir.
May I get off now, please?
Of course, Miss Withering.
Thank you. You've been most patient.
Yes. Like Job on a monument.
And what a monument. Ha-ha!
We must make sure the catch
- Do you mind if I try it, WC?
- No, go ahead. Yes, do.
for more than half an hour.
Look. Look at this.
Very slender, this pedestal, isn't it?
What for? Wind resistance? Ha-ha!
In any case, the thickness has nothing
whatsoever to do with the tensile strength.
I hope you're right, Mr Coote.
when one of these collapses.
Or rather my poor dear wife had. Rest her soul.
I can assure you, sir,
We can't afford to take any chances, Mr Coote.
Miss Withering, if you wouldn't mind.
Just one more time.
This time, my dear,
come down on it like a ton of bricks! Boom!
So far, so good.
Now, if you'd just bump up and down a bit.
Things that go...
... in the night. Ha-ha-ha!
One matching pair of what?
- One matching pair of...
- Hello, Myrt, love.
- Oh, hello, Vic.
How about it this afternoon, then?
Not standing up.
No, sitting down.
The kickoff's at three o'clock.
Three o'clock! Ooh, how can we?
We'll be working till five thirty.
I wouldn't bet on that, if I were you.
And I'll take you out for a bit of supper.
Hello, Myrtle. Got a cup of tea for me?
Sorry, Bernie. No more floor service.
Eh? What do you mean no more floor service?
New rule. Drinks only to be served
And that's something you know all about.
- Do you mind? Do you mind?
Don't you worry.
I won't let them get away with this.
That's all right, Vic.
I didn't really want a cup anyway.
Whether you want one or not is beside the point.
This constitutes an infringement
of the workers' rights.
Uh-oh. Old tinder bottom's off again.
Another bloomin' strike, I suppose.
Oh, no. What's it for?
You know our Vic.
Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Mr Boggs.
That's quite all right, Miss Plummer.
There he is. Old silver spoon. At it again.
Oh, give over, Vic.
He can't help being the boss's son.
Privileged class, sitting on his...
That's what he is.
Privileged class? Do you know
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