Motor Pool

"Do I understand," says Miss Pond, "that the production has purchased *six* motorcars?"

"Of course not," says Mr Boxe.

"Thank goodness," says Miss Pond.

"Four motorcars," says Mr Boxe.

"Good lord," says Miss Pond.

"Plus a delivery lorry and a removal van."

"But only one of each," says Mr Foxe.

"Oh," says Miss Pond, "how terribly reassuring that you have not also bought an aeroplane."

"Erm," says Mr Boxe.

"What is the point of all this expense?" says Miss Pond. "What do a pair of dressmakers--"

"Modistes, if you please," says Mr Foxe. “Or better still, couturiers.”

"What in the ruddy hell do the two of you need with a van, a lorry, and four motorcars?"

"If one is precise," says Mr Foxe, "three motorcars, because one is a taxi."

"Excellent point, my dear," says Mr Boxe.

"Thank you," says Mr Foxe.

"Neither of you knows how to drive!" says Miss Pond.

"Therefore the taxi," says Mr Boxe.

"Sensible," says Mr Foxe.

"The rest are for atmosphere," says Mr Boxe. "Conveyance for other characters and whatnot."

"And on occasion Boxe likes to chase them," says Mr Foxe.

"Oh, that's true," says Mr Boxe. "Dandy way to keep spry. Great fun, too. Never have caught one, though."

"We haven't the room anyhow," says Mr Foxe.

"Bother," says Mr Boxe, raising an eyebrow. "What are we to do with the aeroplane?"

"The roof," says Mr Foxe.

"Ahhhh," says Mr Boxe.

Miss Pond inhales sharply and opens her beak, then snaps it shut.

"Talking of the roof, what do you think of a zeppelin?" says Mr Foxe.

"Do you hear yourselves?" hisses Miss Pond. "Do you? Oh, why not? Why not? Why not also buy a carriage and pair, an oxcart, and a chariot? Perhaps a yacht? No! Let's run completely barking mad and order a steamship."

"I don't care for that expression," says Mr Boxe. "Barking mad."

"May we really buy a yacht? May we? Please?" says Mr Foxe.

"NO," says Miss Pond.