It slipped right down, Mr Harman!
Mr Harman
Well it can't have gone that far, tell her to speak up a bit, and try and get Captain Peacock on the same mic...
What if he shouted up her skirt?
[Angrily] No one is shouting up my skirt, saying they recognize the face!
[Wearing glasses] I can't find me spectacles, you read it.
Mr Harman
Uh, yes. Now, this is the oldest. [Points to chest of drawers]
The bow front with the short legs?
That'll be you, Mr. Goldberg!
GMr Goldberg
Shh! I want to hear!
Mr Harman
The top's in very good condition, bit of dry rot in the leg, and the knob's going to fall off! [Mr Goldberg is shocked)
What about that pretty little piece?
That must be you, Miss Brahms.
Well, it certainly won't be you!
Mr Harman
Outwardly, in very good condition. Unfortunately it's got a screw loose! And the knockers aren't genuine...
[Outraged] Blummin' cheek!!
Mr Harman
That brings me to this one, here.
Mr Harman
Once used by a lot of soldiers, there was a lot of odd things found in the drawers, which once removed, you could plainly see the ravages of time. Oh, and there's rising damp in the bottom. Now, we come to the pouf.
Mr Harman
Outwardly in very good condition. A bit older than it looks, a bit saggy in the middle, and probably worth hanging onto if you're prepared to have it stuffed!
[Faints, collapses into Peacock's arms]