Parker: [drinking from a tankard] Ain't ya got my grub ready yet, Lil?
[Lil, Lady Penelope's cook, turns to Parker]
Lil: [irritated] What's the matter with you? I've only got one pair of 'ands, ain't I?
Parker: [laughing] Wasting your time here, girl... if you got more, you'd make a few bob in a circus, wouldn't ya!
[Parker laughs more and coughs]
Lil: Now...
Parker: What are you getting for their nibs, then?
Lil: None of your business.
Parker: [angrily] Hello, hello! You wanna keep your shirt on!
Lil: [snarkily] Hark, who's talkin'!
Parker: [laughing again] Still, don't blame ya not tellin' me! If I cooked like you, I wouldn't shout about it neither!
Lil: [condescendingly] Now, listen 'ere, Nosey!
Parker: [snobbishly] Hey! Manners, manners! Mister *Parker*, if you don't mind!
Lil: All right then, Mister *Nosey* Parker. I've slaving over this all day!
Parker: Oh, come off it, Lil, I was only pulling your leg!