[Bertie is trying to convince a furious Tuppy Glossop that he's had no romantic intentions toward Angela Travers]
During that sojourn in Cannes, my affections were engaged elsewhere.
What?
My affections. Engaged elsewhere, during that sojourn.
[angrily] Well, who was she?
My dear Tuppy, does one bandy a woman's name?
One does if one doesn't want one's ruddy head pulled off! [approaches menacingly]
Well, yes, right, yes, well, obviously this is a...a special case. Madeline Bassett.
[astonished] You're in love with that weird Gawd-help-us Bassett!?
Well, I don't think you should call her a weird Gawd-help-us, Tuppy. Odd in some of her views, perhaps. One does not quite see eye-to-eye with her in the matter of stars and bunny rabbits. But not a weird Gawd-help-us.
And you stick to it that you're in love with her?
It is not twenty-four hours since she turned me down.
Turned you down?
Like a bedspread. In this very garden. So, you'll see, I can't be the chap, if any, who stole Angela from you in Cannes.
Well, because your affections were engaged elsewhere...
During that sojourn.
Hmm, I see. All right then. Sorry to have troubled you.



