L: Lord Melchett, we meet again.
M: No, I don't think we've had the pleasure...
L: You do not recognise me, then?
L: Let me refresh your memory. You remember when you were in Cornwall; at the
monastery, there was an old shepherd with whom you used to talk.
M: Good Lord! Dimkins?
L: Yes! I was one of his sheep.
M: One of his sheep? Not...?
M: But didn't we...? (waves his hands in an exchanging fashion)
L: Yes, Lord Melchett! BBBAAAAA!
M: Oh my God!
So its Flossy not Scottie after all.