That, I suppose, makes everything quite all right? Oh this? Well, I like privacy when I...

[Peter hangs a blanket between the twin beds in their room at the autocamp] Ellie Andrews: That, I suppose, makes everything quite all right? Peter Warne: Oh this? Well, I like privacy when I retire. Yes, I'm very delicate in that respect. Prying eyes annoy me. Behold the walls of Jericho! Uh, maybe not as thick as the ones that Joshua blew down with his trumpet, but a lot safer. You see, uh, I have no trumpet. Now just to show you my heart's in the right place, I'll give you my best pair of pajamas. [he offers her the pajamas - she ignores them - so he tosses them at her] Peter Warne: Uh, do you mind joining the Israelites? [indicates he wants her to go on the other side of the blanket - she doesn't budge] Peter Warne: You don't want to join the Israelites? Alright. [he begins to undress] Peter Warne: Perhaps you're interested in how a man undresses. You know, it's a funny thing about that. Quite a study in psychology. No two men do it alike. You know, I once knew a man who kept his hat on until he was completely undressed. Yeah, now he made a picture. Years later, his secret came out. He wore a toupee. Yeah. You know, I have a method all my own. If you notice, the coat came first, then the tie, then the shirt. Now, uh, according to Hoyle, after that, the, uh, pants should be next. There's where I'm different... I go for the shoes next. First the right, then the left. After that it's, uh, every man for himself. [he starts to unbuckle his pants and she runs to the other side of the blanket]