Anybody can type

[Barnaby and Oxley in his office. Oxley to his secretary Miss Laurel, whose assets are in other areas] Oliver Oxley:
Oh, just a moment Miss Laurel. Find someone to type this. [Oxley hands Miss Laurel a sheet of paper] Lois Laurel:
Oh, Mr. Oxley. Can't I try again? Oliver Oxley:
No, it's very important. Better find someone to type it for you. Lois Laurel:
Yes sir. [Miss Laurel, disappointed, turns around and saunters out of the office, waggling her behind as she leaves. Both Barnaby and Oxley watch her retreat intently. Then Barnaby turns to look at Oxley] Oliver Oxley:
Anybody can type