Lola Marcel, the Singing Nightingale: Tell me, tell me about my dear, dear Daddy! Is it true that he's dead?
Stan: Well, we hope he is, they buried him.
Oliver: A lot of weather we've been having lately.
Oliver: Well, fan my brow! I'm from the South.
Mary Roberts: You are?
Stan: Well, shut my mouth! I'm from the South too.
Oliver: The South of what, sir?
Stan: The South of London.