Absolutely Fabulous1992

Eddie:
Oh, look at the time, sweetie. I should be in the office! Sweetie, sweetie, sweetie, sweetie! Tell them, tell them the car hasn't arrived, there's traffic door-to-door, and I'm not well! I'm not well!

Saffie:
Hello? My mother's sitting here in her dressing gown, with her face...

Eddie:
[Edina starts screaming and snatches the phone from Saffy] Yes, it's me, darling. "Dressing gown", she knows nothing about fashion. Anyway, now listen, sweetie. I'm literally out the door when my bloody car turns up, alright? And I'm managing to keep a lid on things this end, alright? I know you can manage that end, Bubble darling, alright? I'm chanting as we speak, bye-bye, darling. [hangs up. Saffy is staring at her] You're not a Buddhist, darling. You wouldn't understand.

Saffie:
Mum, you did for a week, which admittedly for you is a record.

Eddie:
It's not a fad, darling. It's not like crystals. [Buddhist chanting] Omrankatingtingtong... Omrabremnimah...

Saffie:
Please, stop it!

Eddie:
Sweetie, you wouldn't say that if you knew how much we owe to my chanting, darling. A lot of things in this house, this HOUSE wouldn't be here, darling. I chanted for this gorgeous house! I chanted to be successful and believe in myself... [aside] Please, let me make some more money so I can buy Saffron some more books and a car... Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!... Please. [to Saffy] In Buddhist, obviously, darling, not in English, when I do it properly.

Saffie:
What is it? Some sort of a cosmic cash machine?

Eddie:
Oh, God! Could you try not to be so cynical today. You know, today I need just a little bit of bloody support.

Saffie:
Well, why is today such a panic, anyway? It's only a fashion show, and you've had six months to prepare it. I mean, why is everything always so hysterical? I mean, all you've got to do is play a bit of music, turn on the lights, get some people who've thrown up everything they've ever eaten and send them down a catwalk. Greater feasts have been achieved in less time and with less fuss.

Eddie:
Not quite with it, darling, are you?