I don't think there will be a single question asked.

No, it's all 'My poor dear Claude'-- that's your father, Lotty--and 'My poor dear Iris'-- that's you, Lotty." "All right, Joe, go on.

I am Iris--I am anybody you like.

Go on." "The more I think about it, the more I'm certain we shall do the trick.

Only keep cool over the job and forget the music-hall.