Keeping Up Appearances

Hyacinth: Sheridan deserves a father full of executive stress, wearing a bow-tie. Daisy: She's a real organiser, our Hyacinth. Onslow: She's a real... Daisy: (interrupts quickly) Onslow!

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Emmet: She'll sing at me! She always sings at me. Richard: What does he want? Hyacinth: I don't know that he wants anything, dear. He's just ringing his Mummy to wish her all the best for...(to Sheridan) You need a cheque for how much, dear?

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I once caught Richard playing with a Frisbee. He said it's one he found, but I've never been sure. I thought I heard a willow warbler! Did you hear a willow warbler? It's one of my absolutely all-time favourite songsters.

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Hyacinth: (on the phone to Violet) Why is Bruce sobbing? ... But is it a large tear in his flamenco frock? Major Wilton-Smythe: Ah, the Bucket filly (pronounced "Bouquet")!

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The Bucket residence, the lady of the house speaking! ...Do I sound like a Chinese takeaway? I am a highly desirable private residence in an area of outstanding natural property values, and I am waiting for your apology... unless, of course, the thought of bean shoots and crispy won-ton have stir-fried your basic humanity. Now kindly clear this line! There are people of substance in this community who are probably queueing to ring me at this very moment! ...Your suggestion is noted, but I see little practical merit in having the telephone up my jumper. (on the phone) May I speak to the Vicar, please? Not available? Is he busy? ...Oh, ringing the bells. Rings his own bells? How democratic.

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(on the phone to Violet) I've got Elizabeth and Emmet here. You remember Elizabeth, from next door. Her husband works abroad somewhere; one of those Arab countries. Yes, you met her at one one of my candlelight suppers. She drops things.

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