Enter Lady Gently And Lord Slimly With The Latter More Dandified

Lord Slimly: No luck. Not a ticket in site.
Lady Gently: For the Olympics?
Lord Slimly: No, the Marmalade Festival. Its a select affair of Mrs. Primsundays. I
specificaly told her I prefered marmalade instead of jam but the invite has simply
slipped her mind.
Lady Gently: Perhaps its a ladies only event.
Lord Slimly: If that were so there'd be barely a convention I could go to?
Lady Gently: Realy?
Lord Slimly: Yes, if I weren't an aristocrat I could only think of working as a flower
arranger in a florist. Instead I cultivate a green carnation in my buttonhole and
arrange it at a jaunty slant. It expresses my personality in such a way.
Lady Gently: Never let anyone tell you you're not a real man then. Anyone should
know you're a GENTLEman.
Lord Slimly: Thank you.
Lady Gently: Yes, its a credit to you, even if it is what most women aren't looking for.
Lord Slimly: Lady Mishap says she adores my effeminite side.
Lady Gently: Yes, she does, and she loves even more the fact that it makes you safe
with her.
Lord Slimly: You mean like that painting in a gallery that will not sell?
Lady Gently: She sees it more like a priceless antique above the coarseness of economic
transaction.
Lord Slimly: My word, she has been economical with expressing to me her feelings!
Lady Gently: Well, she leaves room for improvement then.
Lord Slimly: Yes, like speed of a tortoise to a cheetah! No wonder she doesn't wish to
go too fast with the wedding.
Lady Gently: Yes, she does seem to be making everything with her own bare hands.
Lord Slimly: She said it was down to the diminishing millions, but now I'm not so
sure.
Lady Gently: Well, BE sure. Be a man.
Lord Slimly: Yes, yes, I can see that now. How to re-establish my manhood. Now, let
me see what's to do? I,m tying a flower into my dress whilst my love gets a wedding
together using her own bare hands. Hmmm...I could challenge Tricky Jamsunday to
a row down the river. He's quite pot-bellied so I'd fancy my chances.
Lady Gently: Just as long as you don't challenge his sister Gudrun. She's as tuff as
church shoes.
Lord Slimly: You don't think I mite be able beat her?
Lady Gently: Lady Mishap mite.
Lord Slimly: We'll have a mixed doubles event then.
Lady Gently: With Lord and Lady rowing?
Lord Slimly: No, I'll be coxing. I'll show my masterfulness by shouting out directions
with hi-hysteria!
Lady Gently: Sounds positively butch.
Lord Slimly: Yes, yes..does it realy?