[Daphne – The day a woman can think with her face, we’ll talk. And in any case, she isn’t. Nigella Lawson – to compare with a woman of the same age – is an example of beautiful. Arlette Baldacchino is not.]

You must have worked that out by now – she’s not very bright.

And she thinks she’s ‘purely European’ because, you know, ‘European’ is a race.

Curiosity killed the cat, Daphne. You know where I work. It’s what I do that escapes you.

[Daphne – You just don’t get it, Kevin. I don’t care. I haven’t the slightest interest. I reply to you out of politeness, the equivalent of being stuck with a glass in my hand at some dull event where I am pinioned to the wall by a bore who wants to tell me what to write about.]

You’re still here, La Redoute? If not Corinne, you must be ‘Mandy’. Now there’s a real hausfrau!

[Daphne – No, Kevin, it’s not Mandy. And Mandy is not a hausfrau. Unlike you, she goes to work every day.]

It seems someone stole The Grinch’s Xmas.

Well, some fools move to Belgian suburbs believing themselves to be at the centre of the universe.