Hibbert
I never forget picking up a couple of tarts one night and taking ‘em out to dinner.
Trotter
[winking at STANHOPE] ‘E’s orf again.
Hibbert
We drank enough bubbly to sink a battleship –
Stanhope
To float a battleship.
Hibbert
Well – to float a battleship. Then I took ‘em for a joy-ride out to Maidenhead – did sixty all the way. We danced a bit at Skindles, and drank a lot of port and muck. Then damned if I didn’t lose the way coming back – got landed miles from anywhere. And these tarts began cursing me like hell – said I’d done it on purpose. I said if they didn’t damn well shut up I’d chuck ‘em both out in the road and leave ‘em.
Stanhope
[ironically] Hurrah! That’s the idea! Treat ‘em rough!
Act III, Scene 2