George: [George enters carrying several statuettes] I'm back.
Janet: So, did you win anything?
George: Six bravery awards, Janet, including top life-saver, best crowd rescue, and least scared in an exploding dairy situation.
Janet: Another clean sweep, then.
George: Uh, not quite. When it came to most daring single rescue, they gave it to a snotty eight-year-old who rescued his dad from the jaws of a crocodile.
Janet: Oh, well, sounds as if he deserved it.
George: Ah, he was nothing but a big cry-baby; at least he was when I took the award off him.
George: Come on, it's easy for you to be brave, George. You're indestructible; you've got nothing to fear.
George: I'm not that keen on showers.
Janet: After we saw 'Psycho'?
George: No, after I walked in on Arnie and Mrs Raven.
Ella: Now remember, Janet, it's a Thursday we're coming to dinner, so no red meat for Stanley.
Janet: Anything else?
Ella: Yes: no pork, no chicken, no duck, no fish.
Janet: What about platypus?
Ella: Don't be facetious, darling. You know we don't eat anything Australian on principle.
Janet: I thought doctors were supposed to be upstanding members of the community, people who could be trusted.
Piers: Really? How quaint. You must be thinking of fishmongers.