"Trouble Sir."
"Hello?"
"Trouble Sir."
"What?"
"I haven't seen Dixon all day. I've been following his Assistant, but that's getting me nowhere."
"Followed? By who?"
"Following who?"
"His Assistant."
"A Spy."
"A Spy?"
"That's right."
"Well, what's she look like?"
"Medium height, medium build..."
"It's a She, Sir. You know, the Strumpet last night.The one with the big..."
"...guns. And a sword..."
"... with long blonde..."
"...Parachute..."
"...Sunglasses..."
"...combat boots..."
"...and a dress."
"Nothing suspicious about that"
"You can't be serious!"
"What shall I do?"
"Look, I thought I made it perfectly clear. I don't think you've made use of all your potential, if you know what I mean"
"Look, you're obviously tired. Why don't you go take a nap"
"You mean go to bed?"
"I couldn't do that!"
"Why not? You're a woman"
"I resent that!"
"I didn't say that you were incompetent - I just think you could use a rest"
"Yes Sir. But I... well... I'll do my best, Sir"
"Goodbye"
"Goodbye"
"Goodbye"
"Operator? I, er, I've gotten a wrong number. I'd, ah, like my dime back..."
