[Linda's mother brings her cacti on holiday with her]
Linda Upmore:
Mummy your not bringing them are you?
Daphne Barnes:
Well I can't leave them at home, they'll die.
Arthur Upmore:
Good.
Daphne Barnes:
Did you say something?
Arthur Upmore:
I said good, we've nearly finished packing.
[Daphne asks the taxi driver who brought her plants to put them somewhere safe, but Arthur gets a prodd from the Cactus on his bottom]
Daphne Barnes:
Put that on the table will you?
Arthur Upmore:
AHH! BLOODY HELL!
Daphne Barnes:
Arthur, there is no need for that!
Arthur Upmore:
Oh deary me, bless me soul, I do believe I nearly said a rude word, which is not suprising since I nearly got a cactus spike right up my a...
Daphne Barnes:
ARTHUR!
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