MAISY: Jostle up, duck. The drinks table's that-a-way.
DAISY: You've just downed your third champagne cocktail.
MAISY: Look, there's Polecat Deeley. We're really 'A' list tonight.
DAISY: A list of what?
MAISY: Don't be tiresome, duck. I mean this do is jam-packed with 'A' List celebs. Hoy, waiter! Get me a pink drink. Like that mitt over there's got.
WAITER: Does Madam mean a pink gin?
MAISY: That's it. Get us a bottle each.
DAISY: Oh dear.
WAITER: I'm afraid I can't Madam.
MAISY: Whadderyermean? Don't you know who I am? If that mitt in the red strapless backless frontless garment can have a bottle of pink stuff so can I. I myself personally...
DAISY: ...You have to mix it.
MAISY: I am mixing it! How many folk do you have to meet and greet before you get a pink drink?!
DAISY: Pink gin is mixed specially. He's gone to make you one.
MAISY: I should flamin' well hope so. By the way, duck, I've been chatting to Ivy. She says we simply must do Glyndebourne this year. I told her we'd reserve poolside seats.
DAISY: I wish I didn't have to ask, but why?
MAISY: To see the opera diver.
DAISY: Right. Can you possibly mean Diva?
MAISY: I know what I mean. Why are those sandies signing cheques?
DAISY: It's a charity bash. I told you.
DAISY: We're not the charity.
MAISY: What!!? We have to stump up some dosh?
DAISY: That's the idea.
MAISY: Quick, we're out of here. Waiter, get my crocodile shoulder bag and make it snappy.
DAISY: That's very funny!
MAISY: I'm not laughing, duck. Quick! Make for the door.
DAISY: Mind that tray!
MAISY: Waaarrrrgggggghhhhh! Ow! Ow! Ow!
DAISY: Never mind, duck. You canapé now.
(From Ferrets First - April/May 2004 - #17)