- Mrs. Slocombe: [staggers sideways into the office, obviously very drunk] I hope you're not under the impression that I have been out there boozing, Mr. Rumbold. I simply slipped down to the corner to buy a packet of "crisops."
- Mr. Rumbold: Without doubting your word, Mrs Slocombe, may I ask you to breath into this bag? And let me warn you that your whole future at Grace Brothers depends on it!
- [she breaths into the breathalyzer bag, puts it on Mr Rumbold's desk, and it flies into the air]