P.: Hello. How do you feel?
C.: Better, but my mouth is still numb. You're right about your dentist. He's marvellous and he's also very good-looking.
P.: Yes, Ann thinks so too. Personally I prefer his receptionist. Now, can you eat anything?
C.: Not for a couple of hours. I mustn't chew on that side.
P.: Well, I think Ann's going to make you some soup.
C.: Oh, lovely. Perhaps I can give her a hand.
P.: I hope you're not going to sit in the kitchen gossiping about Bob Winslow.
C.: Peter, you're not jealous, are you?
P.: What? Me, jealous? You think I'm jealous of him just because he's handsome, rich and successful?
C.: Don't forget charming, intelligent and witty.
P.: Ah, yes. I see. Well, I'm glad you're so impressed by a British dentist.