Lord Cromer:

Now what about, forgive me, the Foliage? Laura Henderson:
Foliage? Lord Cromer:
You know, Beneath the... Laura Henderson:
Beneath what? Try the Brie. Lord Cromer:
Thank you. Beneath the... Laura Henderson:
I had it flown in from France. Lord Cromer:
Excellent. The foliage Beneath the... Laura Henderson:
My husband was very fond of it. Lord Cromer:
Of what? Laura Henderson:
This particular cheese. Lord Cromer:
My dear, I'm attempting to address the disagreeable and somewhat sordid topic of the pudendum. Laura Henderson:
What on earth is that? Lord Cromer:
Good heavens, woman! Laura Henderson:
Do have some more wine. Lord Cromer:
The female part. Laura Henderson:
Oh, the pussy! Lord Cromer:
[Gasps] Laura Henderson:
Why didn't you say? Lord Cromer:
I had not expected you, of all people, to use such language. Laura Henderson:
That word was rather popular in the mid-nineteenth century. Not everyone speaks Latin, you know. Lord Cromer:
Then I'd prefer you refer to it as 'the midlands'. Laura Henderson:
Oh dear, you men do get into such a state about 'the midlands', don't you? Well you needn't worry. Our lighting will be so subtle; the disputed area will be barely visible. [as Lord Cromer drinks his wine] Laura Henderson:
And anyway, we'll have a barber. Lord Cromer:
[spits out wine and Mrs Henderson laughs]