jewellery salesman: Looking for anything in particular, sir?

Harry: Yes...ahm. That necklace there… how much is it?

jewellery salesman: It's ￡270.

Harry: Erm, all right. Er, I'll have it.

jewellery salesman: Lovely. Would you like it...gift-wrapped?

Harry: Yes, all right.

jewellery salesman: Lovely. Let me just pop it in the box. There.

Harry: Look, could we be quite quick?

jewellery salesman: Certainly, sir. Ready in the flashiest of flashes. There.

Harry: That's great.

jewellery salesman: Not quite finished.

Harry: I don't need a bag, I'll put it in my pocket.

jewellery salesman: Oh, this isn't a bag, sir.

Harry: Really?

jewellery salesman: This is so much more than a bag. Ooh!

Harry: Could we be quite quick, please?

jewellery salesman: Prontissimo.

Harry: What's that?

jewellery salesman: A cinnamon stick, sir.

Harry: Actually, I really can't wait.

jewellery salesman: You won't regret it, sir.

Harry: Want a bet?

jewellery salesman: ‘Tis but the work of a moment. There we go. Almost finished.

Harry: Almost finished. Are you gonna dip it in yogurt? Cover it with chocolate buttons?

jewellery salesman: No, sir, we're going to pop it in the Christmas box.

Harry: I don't want a Christmas box.

jewellery salesman: But you wanted it gift-wrapped.

Harry: I did but...

jewellery salesman: The final flourish.

Harry: Can I just pay?

jewellery salesman: All we need now...

Harry: Oh, God.

jewellery salesman:.. is a sprig of holly…

Harry: No, no, no, no. No bloody holly.

jewellery salesman: But sir...

Harry: Leave it. Leave it, just leave it.

Karen: Ooh! Loitering around the jewellery section, I see.

Harry: No. I was just looking around.

Karen: Don't worry. My expectations are not that high after thirteen years of Mr Oh-But-You-Always-Love-Scarves…

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