Chances

Archie:
Oh, by Jove, glad you mentioned it, old boy. She wrote and asked me down on Saturday. Said, eh, said she was having some friends for the week-end.

Tom Ingleside:
Yes?

Archie:
Eh, oh, eh, oh, eh, look here, dear old boy, I, I, I shouldn't have told you that. Eh, this puts me up the pole, most frightfully.

Tom Ingleside:
How's that?

Archie:
Eh, your mother said it was to be a surprise.

Tom Ingleside:
Well, that's alright. I won't let you down. I'll be surprised.

Archie:
That's awful descent of you, old boy. Awfully! Well, I must be toddling. See you on Saturday! Toodle-loo.

Molly Prescott:
Why, hello.

Jack Ingleside:
Hello.

Molly Prescott:
This is a surprise.

Jack Ingleside:
Rather.

Jack Ingleside:
Well, I say, I must know something about you. Your phone number or something?

Molly Prescott:
Very well. Mayfair double-nine, nine, one.

Archie:
I say, eh, look here Sylvia. Don't you think it'd be a rather a wease if you paid, eh, a spot of attention to me? Dash it all, I mean.

Archie:
Live while we may, that's my motto.

Archie:
She turfed me, old boy. I, I mean to say she chucked me!

Jack Ingleside:
Sylvia?

Archie:
Who else? Who else, but Sylvia! But, then, I'm a mere mortal. I, I mean to say, I, I seek the flame again. Toodle-loo.

Jack Ingleside:
Toodle-loo.

Sylvia:
Oh, Jack! Yoo-hoo! Hello, darling. Where have you been?

Jack Ingleside:
Yes, where have I been?

Sylvia:
You naughty boy.

Jack Ingleside:
Have a drink.

Sylvia:
Right. Not too much now, I might forget myself.

Jack Ingleside:
Cheer-o!

Sylvia:
Cheer-o!

Jack Ingleside:
You're going to stay very close to me tonight, little devil.

Tom Ingleside:
We're off to France. Go on, change your clothes. I'll tell mother.

Jack Ingleside:
Be down in a jiffy!

Tom Ingleside:
Right!

Jack Ingleside:
Are we ready? [Group of soldiers all reply Yes sir] Come on, me lads! [Soldiers jump out of the trench and race towards the battlefield]

Tom Ingleside:
See you later.

Jack Ingleside:
Right-o.

The General:
Well, now, here's the situation, gentlemen. At 9:40 tomorrow night, your batteries will move up and occupy these positions.

Maj. Bradford:
Yes sir.

The General:
Then, when Jerry attacks in force, your battery, Bradford, will fall back.

Maj. Bradford:
Retreat, sir?

The General:
Don't be so infernally British, Bradford. As an assault to your patriotism, you may be interested to hear that we intend to drive a wedge into the right flank of the German advance.

Maj. Bradford:
Oh, I see sir. Then, my retreat is only a blind.

The General:
Exactly.

Tom Ingleside:
Misunderstanding? It's as clear as a star shell! She's chucked me and, and you've chucked me.