Daphne: Why is it so bloody dark in here? It's bad enough I have to stay home all evening, I'm not going blind as well.
Martin: What? You're staying in tonight?
Daphne: I don't have much choice, since that son of yours decided to go to my pub again. I mean, imagine being so dense that he can completely ruin someone else's evening and not even be aware of it. This wax is dripping! [blows out candles]
Martin: Well, have you tried maybe dropping a hint? [pops open the champagne loudly]
Daphne: Oh, believe me, I've dropped plenty. They go right over his head! Oh, I'll have a glass of that.