— I'm dead. So I assume those are real.
— You all right?
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— Uh, Sadie, this is Taj Badalandabad, our new head of house.
— All right, me old mucker. Have a shake, then, I ain't got the clap or nothing.
— What?
— Uh, she means handshake.
— Right. Of course.
— Sadie is a cockney. Takes time to understand her. Words fit in her mouth funny.

— Sadie, how was your date?
— Taji, you were right. He was the perfect gentleman. We had tea and then a candlelit dinner and then a beautiful carriage ride.
— That's wonderful.
— Then we got scrambled, he yanked off me scanties and we shagged all night on the tiles.

— I have just met the most spectacular bloke. He didn't look at my tits once. Uh, maybe he's a trouser pilot. What if he don't fancy gals?
— Bet you a fiver he wishes you had a cock.
— Oh, piss off, bush mill. Taji, I'm... I'm nervous. You know, I like this bloke. He's classy, the kind of guy who'd be going out with a proper lady. I just don't think it'll work between me and him.
— Sadie, if you think that this is a guy who's worth getting to know, then by all means, get to know him. Uh, money and position make no difference when it comes to matters of the heart.
— Do you guys really believe that?
— Absolutely.