[Hearing the doorbell, after admiring the Hopcrofts' washing machine]
Marion Brewster-Wright: Ooh! Does that mean your shirt's cooked or something?
Geoffrey Jackson: You know, I was thinking on the way home - I nipped in for a quick one, that's why I'm a bit late.
Geoffrey Jackson: God! How I envy them that! You think I enjoy living out my life, like some kind of sexual flying dutchman!
Sidney Hopcroft: Here we are, back again. I've brought everything, just incase. Everything except the kitchen sink and that's already here, eh?
Sidney Hopcroft: She does the same as him with girls.
Ronald Brewster-Wright: I beg your pardon?
Sidney Hopcroft: Hiking and so on. With the brownies, mainly.
Ronald Brewster-Wright: Oh, I see. Better join the brownies, then, hadn't we?
Sidney Hopcroft: Ha ha! Yes, I like that. Better join the brownies. You must tell that to Dick. That would tickle Dick no end!
Ronald Brewster-Wright: No no. A screw! That's what I want. A scew