[Geoffrey's fantasy: he is laying on the couch being fanned by a young, scantily-clad woman]
Geoffrey: Would you care for something to drink?
Woman: Yes, please.
Philip: You rang, Master Geoffrey?
Geoffrey: What took you so long? Two more, please, Philip. Fluff those cushions.
Philip: Yes.
Geoffrey: Dust the bookshelf. Clean the bathroom upstairs. Shine the mirror. Straighten the pictures. Tidy the plants. Get me a rose.