[Miss Withering tests out Mr Boggs' new toilet seat] 
W.C. : Well Miss Withering, how does it feel, comfortable?
Hortence Withering : Yes I think so Mr Boggs.
W.C. : Good, good. Comfort before beauty, that's what I always say.
Sid : It a bit big in the bowl, ain't it?
Charles Coote : It is only 2 centrementres more than our last model and I'm sure we shan't fall out over that.
Sid : Its falling in I'm worried about!
W.C. : No, no! I live your overall design Mr Coote.
Charles Coote : Oh thank you Sir.
Hortence Withering : May I get off now please?
W.C. : Yes of course Mrs Withering, and thank you you have been most patient.
Sid : Yes like Jove on a monument, and what a monument!
W.C. : Yes, we must make sure that the catch is strong enough to support the seat.
Sid : Do you mind if I try it?
W.C. : No, go ahead.
[Sid gets out his paper and starts moving around from side to side on the new toilet] 
Sid : Yes I don't think I could stand it for more than half an hour.
Charles Coote : It was hardly designed for a reading room!
Sid : Ere... Look at this very slender this pedestle... Isn't it?
Charles Coote : It's streamlined!
Sid : What for, wind resistance?
Charles Coote : In any case the thickness has nothing to do whatsoever with the tensile strength.
W.C. : I hope your right Mr Coote. I have had bitter experience of what happens when one of these collapses, or rather my poor wife had, God rest her soul.
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