And what is your age? Did you not hear the question that I asked? I heard your question....

Sir Arthur Glanville-Jones: And what is your age?
Jessica Medlicott: [smiling, nervous and not speaking for several seconds]
Sir Arthur Glanville-Jones: Did you not hear the question that I asked?
Jessica Medlicott: I heard your question. I could not believe that you asked it.
Sir Arthur Glanville-Jones: Don't you want the jury to know how old you are?
Jessica Medlicott: I cannot think that it is any of their business. I don't know their ages, why should they know mine?
[continuing smiling while people in the courtroom chuckle]
The Judge: Silence!
Sir Arthur Glanville-Jones: Ah, so you won't say in what year you were born then?
Jessica Medlicott: I was born in the year of my birth.
Sir Arthur Glanville-Jones: I assure you, it's quite customary to tell one's age in the witness box.
Jessica Medlicott: And I assure you it is quite incompatable with the civilized behavoir. No gentleman would dream about insisting upon it.
Sir Arthur Glanville-Jones: I'm sure my learned opponent would agree with you whole-heartedly. How he would like us to believe that all suck things such as birth certificates, eh, should be ignored or even surpressed.
Jessica Medlicott: Neither in my case. Merely lost.
Sir Arthur Glanville-Jones: How lost? In a fire?
Jessica Medlicott: In a fire, exactly.
Sir Arthur Glanville-Jones: And what fire was that, Mrs. Medicott?
Jessica Medlicott: Any fire you like