Ciarán Hinds: Joe
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Joe Blumfield : Forgive the intrusion. I'm glad to see you're safe.
Guinevere Pettigrew : Oh yes, quite safe.
Joe Blumfield : Am I right in thinking you're no longer employed, Miss Pettigrew?
Guinevere Pettigrew : Quite correct.
Joe Blumfield : So you're free?
Guinevere Pettigrew : Quite free. Might you be looking for a social secretary?
Joe Blumfield : No, absolutely not.
Guinevere Pettigrew : Oh.
Joe Blumfield : I'm looking for you.
Guinevere Pettigrew : Me?
Joe Blumfield : I've been looking for you all night, and I believe, all of my life. If you'll have me.
[Miss Pettigrew is stunned in silence]
Joe Blumfield : A nod of the head will do me fine.
[Miss Pettigrew nods]
Joe Blumfield : And I am, at a stroke, the happiest man in London.
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Joe Blumfield : That scarf, if I may say, looks perfect on you.
Guinevere Pettigrew : Well, thank you. It was a present. You know, I think it's the most beautiful thing I've ever worn.
Joe Blumfield : The flatterer has been out-flattered.
Guinevere Pettigrew : Sorry?
Joe Blumfield : It's one of mine, the design. Last year, for Mimi Coture.
Guinevere Pettigrew : My goodness!
Joe Blumfield : You really didn't know? Well that is a compliment indeed.
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Guinevere Pettigrew : [regarding the oncoming war] I don't think I can bear it again.
Joe Blumfield : Did you lose many?
Guinevere Pettigrew : Just one. You?
Joe Blumfield : Almost every school friend I had.
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Joe Blumfield : I must remember that you're not like these people.
Guinevere Pettigrew : Am I terribly old fashioned?
Joe Blumfield : Yes. And all the better for it.
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[Last lines]
Joe Blumfield : What a night.
Guinevere Pettigrew : What a morning!
Joe Blumfield : Have you eaten, my dear Guinevere?
Guinevere Pettigrew : Oh, Joe. I have not eaten for a very, very long time.
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Joe Blumfield : I've distracted myself with ridiculous things; youth, parties, lingerie. I mean, I trained in *socks* for goodness sake.
Guinevere Pettigrew : Socks?
Joe Blumfield : There's a great deal on engineering in a gentlemen's sock, I'll have you know. In the stitching of the heel. By comparison, designing a brassiere is a piece of cake. Not that there aren't compensations.
Guinevere Pettigrew : None of them over 20 I imagine.
Joe Blumfield : And all very easy on the eyes. But you know what? I'm done with it. I'm going back to gentlemen's hosiery. You know where you are with an honest pair of socks.
Guinevere Pettigrew : You certainly do.
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Edythe : Told you about Gerry, has she? Didn't take you long to move on, hmm Joe?
Joe Blumfield : Hello Edythe.
Edythe : Did she also tell you that she hangs around the soup kitchen at the station? A tramp masquerading as some sort of social secretary, my God.
Guinevere Pettigrew : Goodbye Mr. Blumfield.
[exits]
Joe Blumfield : No, actually, she didn't. Neither about that, nor about you and Gerry. But I'm grateful for the truth for a change.
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Joe Blumfield : Are you all right?
Guinevere Pettigrew : Yes. Well, to take another woman's escort.
Joe Blumfield : You didn't take me. I took you. I'm sure Edythe can cope. What happened to that particularly beautiful scarf you were wearing at the fashion show?
Guinevere Pettigrew : What are you talking about?
Joe Blumfield : Despite your most elegant transformation, the body is still the same.
Guinevere Pettigrew : Mr. Blumfield!
Joe Blumfield : As are the eyes. Most fetching if I may say.
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[as the younger people at a party gaze admiringly at a squadron of military planes flying overhead]
Guinevere Pettigrew : They don't remember the last one.
Joe Blumfield : No. They don't.
