Me: You’re going to speak Swedish aren’t you?
Nell: I beg your pardon?
Me: Please don’t be nice to me.
Nell: What are you talking about?
Me: I can tell by the way you are holding your paws.
Nell: You can tell what?
Me: That Sven Gully has got to you.
Nell: I am merely engaged in gentle contemplation of the day ahead.
Me: Oh. Thank goodness because you are actually quite scary when you’re nice.
Nell: I am going to ignore that remark. Now, the plan to save Malcolm is well underway.
Nell: Fortunately we have The Great Mutliano.
Me: You mean Mutley.
Nell: Of course I mean Mutley but when he has his hypnotist’s hat on we refer to him by his full name.
Me: I see.
Nell: Malcolm is having a quiet breakfast with The Great Mutliano as we speak.
Me: Is that why Gladys is wearing a sequinned cloak? Only I wondered.
Nell: Yes. Gladys is his assistant but she’s taken it a little too far as usual.
Me: Is there is a reason why Alejandro is lying in a box?
Nell: He thinks he’s going to be sawn in half but that’s only the stage show. Someone needs to tell him. We can’t have a huge box cluttering up the living room.
Me: Is Mutliano going to hypnotise Malcolm?
Nell: Of course he is. It’s not just a bonding session over a bacon sandwich.
Me: Malcolm doesn’t like bacon.
Nell: That’s not the point.
Me: You’ll get nowhere with bacon.
Nell: Poppy has made him a prawn omelette. Stop fussing.
Me: Is Dave supposed to be wearing his top hat?
Me: And tails?
Nell: You can’t have a top hat without tails. Everyone knows that. Do keep up.
Me: Yes. Sorry.