Fogg: Passepartout, heat the water, please.
Paladin: What now?
Fogg: It's 4:00. Time for tea.
Passepartout: Ah, M'Sieur Fogg, there is no tea left whatever.
Fogg: Good Heavens.
Passepartout: I forgot to buy some in San Francisco. I was so unnerved by that abominable Yankee who followed us.
Fogg: There's some chaps over there. Pop over like a good fellow and ask them if they can spare us a pinch of tea, will you? Explain the circumstances.
Paladin: Tea? The best you can possibly get from them is what they call coffee; it's tan bark. That's if they're prepared to be civil to you at all.
Fogg: Civil, to a fellow traveller in distress? I shall go myself. (Marches off)
Aouda: Can't you stop him?
Paladin: I'm not sure I want to.