RIGBY FOTHERINGTON-SMYTHE and AIRLINE PERSONNEL OFFICER
OFFICER:
Next!
RIGBY:
Am I in the right place? I’m an ac-tor.
OFFICER:
Name?
RIGBY:
Rigby Fotherington-Smythe.
OFFICER:
Oh, the one from Brighton.
RIGBY:
Hove, actually.
OFFICER:
Age?
RIGBY:
(SHORT COUGHING FIT) ... but I can play a lot younger.
OFFICER:
Free Friday?
RIGBY:
Well, I may be available.
OFFICER:
Nine o’clock.
RIGBY:
Just a one night stand?
OFFICER:
There, back, there, back.
RIGBY:
This isn’t a Peter Brook production?
OFFICER:
Hardly. We’re an airline, Mr. Smythe, not a theatre company.
RIGBY:
But you’re flying ac-tors ..?
OFFICER:
To keep up our quotas.
RIGBY:
What an outrageous waste of ...!
OFFICER:
Hundred and fifty.
RIGBY:
A day!?
OFFICER:
Yes.
RIGBY:
For that, I’d give you my Bottom!