Shirley: There's a unit. Who understands… you understand a unit?
Man: A unit of what though?
Shirley: I don't know. A unit of alcohol, kitchen unit, bathroom unit, tens and units. A bloody school teacher, Mr Unit? Do you understand that?
Shirley: Right Mr Unit, do you understand?
Man: A unit, yeah.
Shirley: A unit? Is it Mr Unit?
Man: No, not Mr Unit.
Shirley: Psychiatric unit? (At laughing audience) WHAT?! CAN YOU PLEASE…? ALL RIGHT, (back at man) Is it psychiatric unit?
Shirley: (pause) What do the initials Rod Hull mean? I can't do this. I need bloody Sheba. I really… can I just…? Please. Just somebody go along with something.