One Wild Oat

Alfred Gilbey:
I don't know what's the matter with Charlie. I do hope he hasn't been taking my Benzedrine.

Hotel Receptionist:
[answering the phone] Hotel Kimberley. Good morning. Who? Mister Gilbey? Oh, hello, Alfred

Alfred Gilbey:
Listen, honey I want you to do something for me; if my wife turns up today, tell her Gloria was a greyhound

Hotel Receptionist:
Greyhound? Oh, really, Alfred. But what about the registration book?

Alfred Gilbey:
Oh, dear, oh dear... look, I'll tell you what - just put b*tch in brackets

Hotel Receptionist:
[murmurs assent] What?