Hello, Pat. Well. It's a bit better than Picture Post, isn't it? Stenning, what the hell...

Peter Stenning: Hello, Pat. Pat Holroyd: Well. Peter Stenning: It's a bit better than Picture Post, isn't it? Pat Holroyd: Stenning, what the hell do you want? Peter Stenning: A quote on sun-spots. Pat Holroyd: Sun-spots? Peter Stenning: Look, just tell me that the static, the monsoon, the compass trouble, and the terrible shows we get on television are all caused by sun-spots, and that the sun-spots are caused by bigger bomb experiments, and I'll leave you in peace. Pat Holroyd: Well, there usually is a bit of extra sun-spot activity this time of year, old boy, but I don't think it has much to do with anything. Peter Stenning: But there could be some connection. Oh, come on, say "Yes," what harm could it do you? Pat Holroyd: Look, Stenning, it's nice to see you again, but I'm afraid I'm up to my neck, old boy. [to his secretary] Pat Holroyd: All right, Miss Johnson, take this to the Typing Pool and have it mimeographed immediately. [to Stenning] Pat Holroyd: I see you're still a bit of a liberty-taker... Peter Stenning: Well, give me something, Pat, I've got to get a story out of this! Pat Holroyd: Sorry, can't oblige, old boy. Peter Stenning: But why not? It's a perfectly routine, harmless, silly-season story. Pat Holroyd: Look, Peter! You've no right to be here... Peter Stenning: Well, it is, isn't it? Well, just tell me: yes or no? Peter Stenning: I don't have to tell you anything, Stenning. You aren't in a special position that entitles you to a first break on anything that comes into this office. Peter Stenning: You mean something *has* come in. [Holroyd freezes, and is clearly relieved when the telecom buzzes him]