Jasper:
There they go, Horace, me lad: Out for their evening constitutional.
[He peers into the rear view mirror and sees them turn the corner]
Jasper:
Ah, a lovely pair of turtledoves. Around the Johnny 'Orner and off to the park.
Horace:
[cynical]
"Yeah, I don't like it, Jasper. One more pinch, and they'll throw the keys away.
Jasper:
Oh, come off it, Horace. We're getting plenty of boodle.
Horace:
Yes, but... I've been thinkin'...
Jasper:
You've been THINKIN'?
[aggressively grabs Horace]
Jasper:
Now, look here, Horace: I warned you about thinkin'. I've got the knob for this job, so let's get on with it.
[He starts up their truck and drives it up to the doorsteps of Roger and Anita's flat. The truck makes sputtering noises along the way and stops with a squeak. Jasper and Horace emerge from the truck and walk up the doorsteps, as Horace as a handbag in his hands]
Jasper:
Ah, nobody home but the little ol' cook. Now, you just leave her to ol' Jasper. He can handle her real diplomatic-like.
Horace:
[nervously]
Yeah, but I still don't like it.
