04x06 - Come on in, the Water's Lovely

[bunniefuu]

[theme music]

Ta, da, da!

Oh, h*, it's arrived!

What has?

My decree absolute.

[chuckles happily]

Congratulations, Rigsby.

What does it feel like?

What's it-- well, look at me. Can't you see the difference?

I'm walking erect for the first time in years.

[chuckles] Oh, it's just like when I had

my plaster off in the hospital.

Rigsby, you can't compare your wife to a plaster cast.

Why not?

She was always a deadweight.

She certainly stopped me enjoying myself.

But there must have been good times.

You must have some happy memories.

Oh, yes, of course there were good times.

Yes, we always celebrated our anniversary.

Oh, yes, every year, without fail, we'd

make up our differences, go out, slap up dinner-- no expense

spared, champagne, the lot.

Well, that was something, I suppose.

Oh, yes, yes.

Mind you, we always went to separate hotels.

Still, that's all behind me, eh, Phil?

Oh, think-- free man.

After all these years, I'm free, eh?

Now you're free, what are you going to do?

Get married.

- You've only just got divorced. - Yes.

It's going to be different this time, though.

I'm going to ask Miss Jones.

But how do you know she'll have you?

She's never shown much interest before.

Well, I wasn't free then, was I?

That was her objection.

She didn't want to share me, you see.

Oh, women are funny like that.

Yes.

Besides, I've never actually proposed before.

Oh, yes, yes.

Finest compliment a man can pay a woman,

you know, proposal of marriage.

Oh, yes, yes.

We're not like you lot.

We don't give them a light tap over the head with a w*r club,

drag them off into the bushes.

With us, it's a candlelit supper, soft light, sweet music,

then, at the right time, down on your knees and plight

your troth. - Sounds very romantic.

Where will you do it, the transport-caf?

Yes, I thought-- no, no, not the transport.

As a matter of fact, she's asked me up to her room for a meal.

Yes, so at the right moment, I shall ask her

to make me the happiest of men.

She'll give a maidenly blush, dying to accept,

but frightened to appear too eager.

And then I'll produce something that'll turn the scales.

What's that? Here,d look at this.

Look at that, eh?

Oh, h*, h*.

Look at that. Eh?

Like a bird's egg. Look.

Look at those facets.

Look, she won't be able to resist it.

Where'd you get it from?

Oh, my brother got it for me years ago.

Yes, I've been keeping it for just such an occasion.

Your brother-- you mean the one who's always finding things?

What do you mean?

I don't like the tone of that remark.

Anyway, he's not always finding things.

Where did he get it from?

Well, he found it.

He found a diamond engagement ring?

Yes, yes.

There's nothing surprising about that.

Engaged couples are often throwing them at each other.

He says something. She takes offense.

She says, I never want to see you again,

takes it off, throws it out.

Next minute, they're both diving into the canal for it.

Is that where he found it?

I don't know where he found it.

All I'm saying is, one or two are bound to go astray,

and this one of them.

What are you trying to do, undermine my confidence?

I'm sorry, Rigsby.

Look, I just don't want to see you get hurt, that's all.

She could still say no.

Yeah, of course I realize that.

She probably will.

Why should she bother with me, anyway,

a woman of her refinement?

Rigsby, I didn't mean that.

Still, if the worst comes to the worst,

there's always the old service revolver.

One round of ammunition--

[chuckles]

That's true.

Thank you very much, indeed.

If it does come to that, do me a favor, will you?

Don't forget to feed the cat.

Oh, Miss Jones, Miss Jones, I think

you've surpassed yourself here.

Oh, this looks absolutely exquisite, Miss Jones.

Yes.

Thank you, Mr. Rigsby.

Do you like Indian food?

Oh, yes, yes.

I particularly like the subtle blending of the oriental herbs

and spices, Miss Jones.

Yes, yes.

You haven't got a bit of tomato sauce, have you?

Oh, try it without, Mr. Rigsby.

I'm sure you'll enjoy it.

Yes, of course.

Yes, yes. Oh, yes.

Oh, you know, I love a good curry, Miss Jones.

You can certainly tell it's doing

you good by the way the sweat breaks out on your back.

Do you know, Miss Jones, I think it's

the only thing that keeps those poor devils going in Kolkata,

I really do. - Yes, yes.

Yes, yes.

You may not know this, Miss Jones,

but I happen to be a bit of an expert on Indian food.

Really, Mr. Rigsby?

Yes, yes.

Oh, yes, the tandoori chicken, the Bombay duck.

Yes.

I particularly like the vindaloo.

Yes.

Mind you, afterwards, it's usually

a case of, where's the loo?

If you'll-- if you'll pardon my vernacular, Miss.

Jones.

Now, then-- oh, now then, what's this little delicacy here?

Oh, well, that's the hot flannel, Mr. Rigsby.

Oh, yes. Yes.

Oh, right.

Are you sure you wouldn't like a little more light?

Now, which one is that again, Miss Jones?

No, more light, more light.

Light-- oh, light. No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

This is absolutely perfect, Miss Jones.

Yes, I quite like the soft light.

May I say, Miss Jones, you look particularly beguiling

by candlelight?

Thank you, Mr. Rigsby.

Are you sure you can see me?

When I came back with the curry, I

found you talking to the chair.

No, Miss Jones.

Actually, I was--

I was rehearsing a little speech, Miss Jones.

There's something I want to say to you.

Really?

What is it, Mr. Rigsby?

[coughs]

Is it too hot?

[GASPING] That's exactly how I like it.

Oh, good, good.

I can see why those Indians get so excited, can't you?

All that curry powder.

No, I was going to say, Miss Jones, I got my decree absolute

through today, Miss Jones.

Rather a sad moment for me.

A sad moment?

You didn't look very sad.

I saw you dancing with the postman.

No, that was my initial reaction, Miss Jones,

but I'm in a more somber mood now.

I'm a disappointed man.

Yes, Mr. Rigsby.

Well, the sea of matrimony can look placid and inviting,

but there are storms and dangerous currents.

Exactly, Miss Jones.

They all said, come on in.

The water's lovely.

I didn't know I was going to have to swim the Channel, did I?

Oh, Mr. Rigsby.

Well, this must be a very painful subject for you.

Well--

You know, you must look to the future.

- Yes. - I'll get some more rice.

That is exactly what I am doing, Miss Jones.

That's why I-- giving me courage having the light out like this.

I wonder, Miss Jones, if you'd accept

this as just a little sequel--

You were saying, Mr. Rigsby?

I was--

I was saying, Miss Jones, man cannot live by--

So right.

Thank you.

Man cannot live by bread alone, Miss Jones.

No, indeed.

He needs a-- good heavens!

What's that on the floor, Miss Jones?

- What's that? - No, it's all right.

No, I thought it was a rat.

Oh, my god!

Trick of the light, Miss Jones.

- Oh. - I was saying--

I was saying, Miss Jones--

It was a rat.

--man cannot live by bread alone.

No, indeed he can't.

He's not meant to be a solitary person, Miss Jones.

He should have a-- he should have a--

he should have a mate, Miss Jones,

someone to share the long winter evenings with

and the blazing heart.

Yes, yes.

Oh, dear, I forgot the poppadoms.

- Miss Jones-- - You carry on.

I'll just go and get them.

Would you-- would you-- would you take this,

Miss Jones, and wear it as a symbol of my esteem?

It would do me a great honor, Miss Jones, if you--

[gasps]

Is this your idea of a joke?

What are you doing?

What was that?

Miss Jones, keep still. Don't move around.

You might tread on it.

Why are you bobbing up and down?

- This-- this, Miss Jones, this. - What, what?

This, this.

I came here this evening with the ridiculous idea

of asking you to marry me.

I know you weren't expecting it.

I know it's absolutely preposterous,

but that is what I am doing here.

Will you marry me?

What is your answer to that? - Yes.

Yes, exactly what I thought you'd say.

I knew I was wasting my time.

I suppose I'm not good enough for you!

All right, I don't care. Forget it.

I never want to see the ring again.

I knew you wouldn't accept me!

But I am accepting you!

Please don't try and soften the blow.

I'm not--

I'm perfectly fine, you know.

I knew you would not have--

I only hope that someday, if you find somebody

you feel about the way I--

the way I-- what did you say, Miss Jones?

Would you say that again?

I said, I will marry you.

Oh, Miss Jones!

Mr. Rigsby!

Oh, oh.

[laughing]

The ring!

The ring!

Oh, um, Rigsby--

Yes, what is it?

Good heavens, it's the Aga Khan.

Of course you're going to be funny.

What's the matter? You look nervous.

Of course I'm nervous.

We got her mother coming. - Never met her?

No.

Here's a photograph of her.

Look at that.

Woo-hoo.

She looks a bit severe.

I'm not surprised.

Life's not been easy for her.

She was raised in India.

You never get that out of your system.

Yeah, looking at her, I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't have

a touch of the Bombay crud.

What's that?

Well, it's like the Delhi belly or the Rangoon runs,

only worse.

I think that might account for the look of discomfort

on her face, wouldn't you say?

This looks rather superior to me.

Of course she's superior.

She's a colonel's daughter-- ooh, waited on hand and foot

all her life.

Servants do everything-- open the door, fan her--

oh, yes, everything.

Must have been very difficult for her coming back to England,

learning to dress herself, master the complexities

of the twin tub.

I wonder what she'll think of you.

Yes, that's what's worrying me.

I mean, you know what mothers are like.

No one's ever good enough for their daughters.

I mean, what do you think?

You don't think you look too old for her, do you?

No.

As a matter of fact, you seem to look younger.

Yes, I should.

I've been darkening my hair.

I touch it up with boot polish.

Be all right as long as I don't start sweating.

You've been sweating ever since she said yes.

RIGSBY: Yes, I know.

Are you really going through with it?

Of course I'm going through with it.

I'm entitled to be nervous, aren't I?

Bridegrooms are prone to it.

Yeah.

Oh.

I knew he'd given me the wrong one.

I thought you said it was going to be a quiet wedding.

It is.

Not if you wear that hat it isn't.

It only needs a bit of packing.

What did you come down for, anyway?

There's a man hanging about outside-- looks a bit shifty.

I thought you ought to know.

Oh, yes, it's all right. I've seen him.

You ought to keep an eye on him.

Very furtive-- definitely the criminal type.

Yeah, it's all right.

Any idea who he is?

Yeah, my brother.

Your brother? RIGSBY: Yeah.

- What are you going to do? - Nothing.

Ignore him. With any luck, he might go away.

How's that? That's better, yes. right.

You'll excuse me.

I'm going to try on my pinstripes.

Rupert!

Hello, Rupert.

Oh, what do you want?

Well, that's no way to greet your brother

after all this time.

Oh.

What are you looking for, your rabbit?

Oh, very funny.

God.

Oh, perhaps it's all a bad dream.

Perhaps if I close my eyes, you might go away.

Look, I don't want you around here.

I'm getting married, all right? - I know.

That's what I came here for.

Now, you don't think I'd desert my own brother

at a time like this, do you?

So you're going through with it, then?

Of course I'm going through with it.

What do you mean by that?

Oh, is this her, then?

Oh, I'm glad to see you've chosen

someone nearer to your own age.

I can't see her making too many physical demands on you,

unless it includes pushing her wheelchair.

That happens to be her mother.

Do you mind?

This is my intended over here.

It's not a very good picture, either.

Oh.

Got money, has she?

No, she hasn't.

She's what's known as a distressed gentlewoman.

She's going to be distressed, all right.

What do you mean by that?

Well, let's face it.

She's not really your type, is she?

I mean, you always liked them with big knockers

and "come to bed" eyes.

I mean, she looks a bit refined for you.

Don't worry.

I can be refined.

As a matter of fact, we have a lot in common.

We share the same intellectual pursuits.

You never had any intellectual pursuits.

You were reading "The Beano" till you were 16.

And you couldn't do that without moving your lips.

Isn't brotherly love-- isn't it marvelous?

I still wonder if you're doing the right thing.

I mean, if you want to see what a woman's

going to look like in 20 years' time, look at her mother.

I've told you, it is a bad picture.

Anyway, she's a warm, vibrant woman.

Ah, so that's it, eh?

That's what?

I wondered what the attraction is.

But if she's warm and vibrant, you'll want to stay

away from her at your age.

What do you mean, at my age?

Well, I mean, you're getting to the difficult age now.

If she's warm and vibrant, she's going

to expect a full married life.

So?

Well, you weren't too good at it last time, were you?

Oh, thank you very much.

Yeah, and you were younger then.

I mean, you could-- you could pop off just like that.

And putting boot polish on your hair

isn't going to help, either.

It didn't before, and it comes off on the sheet.

Isn't this marvelous?

All the world loves a lover.

That's what they're supposed to say.

Not round here they don't.

Ever since I was getting married,

they've all been putting the mockers on it.

Well, if that's all you came for, you can beat it.

Well, now, as a matter of fact, I--

I came for that diamond ring.

You what? You can't have that back.

You gave it to me.

Oh, no.

No, I gave it to you to look after it for me.

That's my nest egg.

Oh, no, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I don't know where it is. - I do.

It's on her finger, isn't it?

When you gave it to me, you didn't say you wanted it back.

You were only too glad to get rid of it then.

I remember.

Where did it come from, anyway?

I found it.

Yes, yes, you found.

You've been finding things ever since you were 10.

Why is it you that always finds things?

I've got a metal detector.

Oh, h*, h*.

You're full of excuses, aren't you?

Like that time they found you in the back of the Midland

Bank at 2:00 in the morning.

Said you were waiting for a chiropodist.

So I was.

My feet were k*lling me.

Couldn't have been that bad.

You were halfway up a ladder.

Anyway, you can forget about it.

You're not getting it back now. It's too late.

All right, I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll give it to you.

It'll be my wedding present to you, on one condition.

Oh, yeah, what's that?

You let me be best man.

Let-- oh, no thank you.

Oh, yes, I know why you want to be best man.

You just want to keep your eye on it, don't you?

No, I don't.

Now, mind you, I mean, if anything should go wrong,

well, I would expect it back.

If anything should go wrong with you as best man?

Something's bound to go wrong.

Anyway, you'd never get away with it.

One look at you, then know you've been inside.

Now, that's where you're wrong.

It's clothes that maketh the man.

See, now I'm a gentleman.

A gentleman you'd never--

Rupert, I brought my mother to meet you.

Oh.

Ah.

I'm so glad to meet you.

When Ruth said an older man, I was afraid she might mean

somebody dreadfully decrepit.

But I can see you still have some life left in you.

And you wear those clothes beautifully.

No, Mother, this is Rupert.

Oh, dear.

Oh, yes, he is older, isn't he?

This is Ron, my brother, Mrs. J. He's the best man.

So I see.

I'm delighted to meet you.

And what a beautiful ring that is.

It does seem a bit loose.

Look, I could get it fixed for you.

I've got friends in the trade.

No, I don't want to take it off.

It might be unlucky.

Yes, it certainly would, Miss Jones.

Keep it on. - Isn't Rupert generous, Mother?

Yes.

What your dear father would have--

however, I suppose I must say, welcome to the family.

I'll certainly do my best to make your daughter

blissfully happy, Mrs. J.

Yes, I'm sure you will.

You remind me of someone I knew in India.

He was very dependable.

Oh, oh, military type, I imagine, was he?

No, he was a punkah wallah, a very loyal little chap.

Died of cholera in '46.

Oh, dear.

Now, how's your health, Rupert?

Oh, fine. Yes, Yes.

Never had a day's illness in my life, have I, Miss Jones?

- Well, that's something. - Yes.

We don't want you popping off before the cake is cut, do we.

No, we certainly don't, nor before the honeymoon.

Are you insured, Rupert?

Oh, yes, yes, fully paid up.

And the house is freehold?

Splendid.

You may kiss me.

Oh.

All right.

RUTH: Oh, no, Rupert!

What?

I'm sorry. It's all right.

It's all right. It's only boot polish.

It'll buffer.

RUTH: Oh, my dear!

How do I look?

Oh, my poor lamb.

Well, I didn't think I looked that bad.

Now, don't start crying, Mother.

Oh, so you're going through with it.

Well, I'm not off to play badminton.

Of course I'm going through with it.

I'm sorry, dear.

I shouldn't, but I wanted it to be so different.

But, Mother, it's exactly what you wanted--

a white wedding, a beautiful church.

And the architecture is perpendicular.

More than he'll be.

I heard the clink of glasses very early this morning.

Well, he's bound to be nervous after the last time.

That's what worries me.

He's already had one failure.

Now, that wasn't his fault, Mother.

He was the innocent party.

She left him.

That's why the vicar is allowing us a church wedding.

He felt he owed him one.

It's not normal.

Normal?

Neither is he.

Oh, Mother, don't go on.

Look, it's a beautiful day.

I'm wearing your wedding dress, and we're even

having your favorite hymn, "Nearer My God to Thee."

Now, won't that be nice?

I think "Fight the Good Fight" would

have been more appropriate.

What have you got against him, Mother?

Oh, it's not just him.

I know he's older, and he never changes his cardigan.

The cat's got fleas, and he puts boot polish on his hair.

No, it's just that I've always wanted

you to marry someone else, someone we're both very fond of.

Ever since you were quite small, I've had this dream.

You know that.

I know, Mother.

But there's not much chance of me meeting the Prince of Wales

now.

I've got to make the best of things.

I know he's--

I know he's--

I think "common" is the word you're looking for.

I know he's not handsome and dashing, but he's like me.

He's lonely, and he's kind, and he must be very fond of me.

Look at this beautiful ring he gave me.

Must have cost him the Earth.

I know, dear, but you mustn't get carried away with all

the glitter and ceremony.

It all has to be paid for.

Oh, I'm not one to try to frighten

my daughter on her wedding day, but all men can be beasts.

I mean, do you remember cousin Agnes?

She left the church wreathed in smiles.

And after the wedding night, they found her completely gaga.

Mother, I don't want to hear any more.

Now, go and get ready.

It's nearly time.

Oh, very well.

Phil, how do I look.

You look marvelous--

perhaps a little pale.

Yes, I think I've got the flu.

I thought you might be nervous.

No, I'm not nervous.

No, my voice keeps going.

I think the muscles of my throat are contracting.

I think I've got a virus.

Oh, wouldn't it be awful if my voice goes altogether?

I mean, she'll be expecting a firm response,

won't she, not, "Can we have that again, Mr. Rigsby?"

I don't think it's important how you say it,

as long as you say it.

Of course, it's important how you say it!

It's got it the back of the rafters, hasn't it--

I do! - It's "I will."

It's what?

It's not, "I do," it's "I will."

Oh, god, I've been rehearsing "I do."

I take thee Ruth to be my wedded wife,

to have and to hold from this day

forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer,

in sickness and health, love and to cherish

and-- oh, my voice is going again, you see.

It's only because you're nervous.

I am not nervous.

Right.

Now, let's have a little rehearsal, shall we?

With this body, I thee ring.

No, worship.

With this worship, I thee--

Body, worship.

With this body worship-- no, that's not it.

With this ring, I thee worship.

- No. - With this--

Start again.

Start again.

With this body, I thee worship.

With this worship-- - No, with this ring.

With this ring.

With this ring, I thee-- with this body, with this ring,

with all my worldly goods--

with all my worldly--

what do I do with all the worldly goods?

With my worldly goods, I thee endow.

With all my worldly goods-- oh, she's got that.

No.

Then apply the troth and then put the--

put the ring on the--

I've forgotten! Which finger?

Which finger? - It's the fourth.

Now, don't panic.

I'm not panicking!

RON: How is he feeling?

A bit nervous.

I am not nervous!

Have you got the wedding ring all right?

- Oh, my god. - He's lost the ring!

He's lost the ring!

Oh, very funny.

Why'd you have to go and do that for?

What you need is a little drink.

It will help relax you. - No, no, no.

I don't give the vicar a blast of Ireland magic every time

I respond, do I?

- Please yourself. - Yes, but perhaps you're right.

- Do you think you should? - Yes.

Yeah, it won't do him any harm.

Hey, you'd better go and see if Ruth's all right.

- Why? - Cheer her up a bit.

Is something the matter with her?

No, she's perfectly all right.

I keep telling you, everything's fine.

She's just having a good weep, that's all.

I better go down and see her, then.

No, you can't do that, not before the wedding.

It'll be bad luck.

I'd better get down to see her.

It's her mother.

I can't stand that woman.

Well, you better get used to her.

She'll be living with you.

Yes, don't I know it.

Yeah, you'll be waiting on her hand and foot.

Comes from living in India.

I wish she'd follow that other old Indian custom,

the one where the widow jumps on the bonfire with the husband.

Not too late for you to change your mind, you know.

I'm not changing my mind, mate.

You're not going to talk me out of this.

I'm going through with this.

I'm going to enjoy this.

It's going to be the happiest day of my life.

Yes.

After the delightful ceremony, the happy couple

will depart to explore the beauty of the South Coast.

And it's not the only exploring I'll be doing, I'll tell you.

No, no, no more for you. You're driving.

Oh, yes, remember, no confetti in the drive,

otherwise, Virgil will box your ears.

Oh, yes, and when they start taking photographs,

tilt your hat over your eyes because we

might make the "Tatler," and I don't want them recognizing you.

Oh, yes, and then you get inside that church,

keep your hands off the candlesticks.

Right, you ready?

OK, off we go.

Miss Jones, stand by to repel boarders.

Happiest day of my life.

Ah, god, what a disaster.

It wasn't my fault.

It wasn't-- of course it was your fault. I said St.

Luke's early perpendicular with the rood screen,

not St. Mark's late Gothic with a vicar to match.

Ah, god I should have realized we were in the wrong church

when they started wheeling that coffin down the aisle.

I'm surprised we weren't lynched.

I still think we should have tried

to pass the whole thing off. - Oh, yes?

Oh, yes?

What would you expect me to do, spend

my honeymoon with the deceased?

I knew I couldn't rely on you.

I did my best for you as a best man.

I got up and stopped them burying

you instead of the deceased.

Oh, thank you.

Since when has it been the duty of the best man

to duff up the vicar, eh?

He only did it because he was a man of the cloth.

[chuckles] Serves you right he was a boxing blue.

Well, I got you to the right church in the end.

I don't know why they couldn't have waited.

Why they couldn't have wait-- because we

were three hours too late, that's why

they couldn't have waited!

In fact, what am I going to say?

What am I going to say to that woman,

left standing at the church, an object of scorn and ridicule?

Well, I'm going to put something on this.

Here, take this.

We're not going to need it.

I don't know what you're looking so pleased about, either.

You were supposed to bring us good luck.

What about Miss Jones?

Have you thought about her?

No no, of course you haven't.

As long as you've got a belly full of Chinese rabbit,

you don't give a monkey's, do you?

Oh, Miss Jones.

Miss Jones.

I know what you're going to say.

I know what you're going to say.

There's no excuse.

Go on, say it.

Say it.

What can I say?

I'm s-- sorry seems hardly adequate in the circumstances.

I quite agree.

Mr Rigsby, to have put you through such an ordeal,

you poor man.

Yes.

What upsets me more than--

I beg your pardon, Miss Jones?

I just couldn't go through with it.

You couldn't what, Miss Jones?

When I think of you standing there

at the church and no bride, I feel so ashamed.

You mean-- you mean--

you mean-- you mean-- you mean-- you mean-- you mean you never--

you mean you didn't get there at all?

When it came down to it, I found my doubts were too strong.

Can you ever forgive me?

Oh, yes, well, I can understand.

Oh, you're very brave.

And I must have hurt you dreadfully.

Yes, I am, and you did.

Still, there we are.

They say there's no such thing as a broken heart.

Perhaps I'll learn to smile again.

What gets me, Miss Jones is by now

we could have been enjoying the beauties of the South Coast.

Oh, Mr. Rigsby.

How can I make it up to you?

Oh, well, we've still got the hotel reservations, if you like.

And the bridal suite's still booked for the week.

- Oh, you're not suggesting-- - Yes, why not?

Why not? Come on, Miss Jones.

Yes, we can sprinkle confetti on ourselves.

Yeah, why not?

Ah, there you are, Rup.

Now, Rup, don't be upset.

I can explain it all. - It's all right.

I've explained.

It was a perfectly understandable mistake--

Perfectly.

--considering the amount we'd had.

Yes.

We went to the wrong church!

Get the-- get the car.

Oh, god.

You mean you didn't even arrive?

We definitely arrived.

We definitely-- we were just a bit late.

You mean I stood you up, and you weren't even standing there?

How could you do this to me?

No excuse, Miss Jones!

It was supposed to be the best day of my life,

and you ruined it! - I'm sorry, Miss Jones.

Oh, take that!

Yes, I deserve everything, yes.

May I suggest the egg and cress?

Yes you may!

[yelling]

Miss Jones, feel free.

I will!

There!

[muffled speech] Thank you, Miss Jones.

I deserved it.

The pleasure is mine.

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