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I hope you knock 'em dead.

Thank you.

Mmm. Most decorative.

Think so?

- Hey.

- What is it?

- I feel pretty honoured.

- Oh, why?

Well, it looks like

a pretty small farewell party.

Well, we're really killing two birds

with one stone.

The party's also for Mr Kentley.

- David's father?

- Yes.

Oh. Is... David going to be here?

- Of course.

- Who else is coming?

No one you don't know,

if that's what's bothering you.

- The Kentleys, Janet Walker -

- Janet?

Yes. I thought you'd be glad to see her.

Won't you be?

Brandon, Janet and I are all washed up.

- Didn't you know?

- I'm sorry, I didn't.

Well, you knew, Phillip?

Oh, I'd heard vague rumours, but I never

pay attention to that sort of thing.

I wish you had. (Door Buzzer)

- Why?

- Well, Janet and David are -

(Janet) Hello, Mrs Wilson.

- May I?

- Help yourself.

Cheer up. I have a feeling your chances

with the lady are better than you think.

- What do you mean?

(Brandon) - Janet.

Hello, ducks. Angel!

Be careful of my hair. It took hours.

- You smell dreamy. What is it?

- That swill you gave me last Christmas.

- I knew I had good taste.

- You do. You look lovely.

I won't by the time it's all paid for.

Was that funny?

I never know when I'm being funny.

Whenever I try to be,

I lay the bomb of all time.

- Phillip, sweet.

- Hello.

What's this rumour

I hear about you and Town Hall?

I bet you're going to play a foul trick

on all of us and become...

horribly famous.

I believe you've met.

- Hello, Ken.

- Hello, Jan.

That was fascinating, wasn't it?

I seem to have run down.

What would you say

to some champagne?

'Hello, champagne.'

You see what I mean

about trying to be funny?

- How've you been, Ken?

- Dine, thanks.

- How's the new job?

- What are you doing?

Writing that same dreary column

on how to keep the body beautiful.

- Dor whom this time?

- An untidy little magazine called Allure.

Thanks, chum.

- Oh, isn't that painting new?

(Brandon) - Yes it is. Do you like it?

- Well, what is it?

- New Young American Primitive.

I have a new young American sister.

She's three

and her stuff is really primitive.

(Laughing)

(Janet quietly) - You dirty dog.

(Brandon quietly) - Why?

- Didn't I notice another one in the foyer?

I don't think so. Which?

This.

- I could really strangle you, Brandon.

- What have I done now?

At times, your sense of humour

is a little too malicious, chum.

What are you chattering about?

- Why did you invite Kenneth?

- Well, why not?

You know perfectly well why not.

We called it quits ages ago and I'm

practically engaged to his best friend.

- David?

- Yes, David.

Which makes everything

just ginger-peachy.

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