Well Miss Withering, how does it feel, comfortable? Yes I think so Mr Boggs. Good, good....

[Miss Withering tests out Mr Boggs' new toilet seat]
W.C.: Well Miss Withering, how does it feel, comfortable?
Hortence Withering: Yes I think so Mr Boggs.
W.C.: Good, good. Comfort before beauty, that's what I always say.
Sid: It a bit big in the bowl, ain't it?
Charles Coote: It is only 2 centrementres more than our last model and I'm sure we shan't fall out over that.
Sid: Its falling in I'm worried about!
W.C.: No, no! I live your overall design Mr Coote.
Charles Coote: Oh thank you Sir.
Hortence Withering: May I get off now please?
W.C.: Yes of course Mrs Withering, and thank you you have been most patient.
Sid: Yes like Jove on a monument, and what a monument!
W.C.: Yes, we must make sure that the catch is strong enough to support the seat.
Sid: Do you mind if I try it?
W.C.: No, go ahead.
[Sid gets out his paper and starts moving around from side to side on the new toilet]
Sid: Yes I don't think I could stand it for more than half an hour.
Charles Coote: It was hardly designed for a reading room!
Sid: Ere... Look at this very slender this pedestle... Isn't it?
Charles Coote: It's streamlined!
Sid: What for, wind resistance?
Charles Coote: In any case the thickness has nothing to do whatsoever with the tensile strength.
W.C.: I hope your right Mr Coote. I have had bitter experience of what happens when one of these collapses, or rather my poor wife had, God rest her soul