Mrs Slocombe: (about her date the night before) When we stopped, we weren't outside my house at all.
Miss Brahms: Where were you?
Mrs Slocombe: Outside his place, miles away.
Miss Brahms: No!
Mrs Slocombe: Yes. Anyway, he said, 'Would I like to come in for a nightcap?' Well, it seemed harmless enough. It wasn't until he actually produced one with a nightie to match that I realised what was going on.
Miss Brahms: I hope you asked him to take you straight home.
Mrs Slocombe: Yes ... eventually.