Lady Chatterley’s Lover
Oliver:
Lady Chatterley. Does Sir Clifford need help?
Lady:
No. He sent me. Sorry, I don’t mean to intrude.
O:
No. Do you want to come in? Sorry. I’m not dressed for company.
L:
No. Not to worry. I just wanted, um… Sir Clifford wanted to know if new pheasants had begun laying.
O:
Oh, aye. Yes, milady. Yeah. There’ll be plenty of young chicks in a matter of weeks.
L:
This is a lovely little cottage. Do you live alone here?
O:
Quite alone, milady.
L:
You read James Joyce?
O:
That one was hard to find.
L:
Do you read much?
O:
Well, it suits my solitary nature.
L:
Still. Must be awfully quiet around here.
O:
No, I’ve got Flossie for company.
L:
Mm-hmm. Um…Well, um, I’ll let Clifford know about the pheasants. Um, thank you.
O:
I’ll se you out then.
L:
All right.
O:
Apologies
L:
[Chuckles] Lovely flowers.
O:
Take some back with you.
L:
No. I couldn’t.
O:
Why not?
[Connie chuckles]
O:
They’re yours.
L:
You're sure?
O:
Yeah, help yourself. Good day, then.