
Hugh: Help you sir?
Stephen: Um, a dozen grollings please.
Hugh: Flushed or galvanized?
Stephen: Flushed.
Hugh: Right. That be it?
Stephen: A copper flange-pipe, braced, two jubilees, seven nipples...
Hugh: Greased?
Stephen: Greased nipples, yeah. Five olive-spantles, jigged and onioned.
Hugh: Twelve or seventeen mil?
Stephen: Twelve. Metre of fleeling wire, co-axial, twenty UJs and a parping couplet.
Hugh: Male or female?
Stephen: Male. No - second thoughts - one of each.
Hugh: Do you want the parping couplet standing proud?
Stephen: No... embarrassed, I think.
...
Hugh: Ah. Well you should be all right then, as long as you remember to suck the clenching pin tight to the arc thrust.
Stephen fetches Hugh one across the face.
Stephen: How dare you!
Hugh: Sorry.


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