Lord Fowler: So, what's all the fuss about? Will made it up to the third act, which is more than I could've done. An evening of opera. I can't imagine anything more boring.
Vivian: I can.
Lord Fowler: Geoffrey, I'm surprised at you, getting all hot and bothered just because the boy ducked out of it early. It's nothing compared with your old exploits.
Geoffrey: There's no need to go into that, milord.
Lord Fowler: I seem to recall a time that you were caught in the gazebo after that randy game of strip croquet. But I've told enough stories for one evening.
Philip: No, no, I want to hear this one.
Lord Fowler: No, no. It's late. Perhaps next visit.
Vivian: No. Now. We've earned it.
Lord Fowler: No, I'm sorry. You know, that's the mark of a great storyteller. Always leave them wanting more.