Caroline: Hi Charles, I’m home…Charles! What are you doing to my cushions?!
Charles: (English, Cockney accent) What does it look like I’m doing?
Caroline: that’s a silk cushion… I’m chewing on your plants.
Caroline: Stop it! Charles! Stop it!
Charles: It releases tension.
Caroline: Don’t do that! What’s wrong with you?
Charles: Do I have to spell it out? Caroline: You’re victimising me Charles! Charles: Let me sit next to you and tell you this to your face. You need to step it up in the dinner department. I’ve got a refined taste, know what I mean?
Caroline: Look at the state of my cushion, it’s in ribbons! You’re an evil monster!
Charles: Now you listen to me Caroline. Actually, no, listen to my bum hole. There we go. Listen closely (walking away) to that…
Caroline: oh Charles!....
Male VO: (Posh, refined British gentleman) If cats could talk, they'd demand a gourmet meal from Prrr-o-Diet.