Pip Pip, Tally Ho - Talk Like a Land Lubber

[DaveL]

Awfully romantic Lord Barty. I do hope Lady Bart reads such novels to reinforce her class status. We can't be reading about riff-raff now, can we?

[Opsa]

Oh- a quid each... I get it, now. Haw haw!

Rahlly, I can be so dim. It's the over-breeding, you know. But Mumsy says it's awl for the best. Meaning us, don't you know.

[Black Bart]

Well Sir Opsa whilst I've tickled one's ribs so to speak...I have another hilarious jokette...

What does one call a US President who loves to listen to Vivaldi?

Baroque Obama...

[Opsa]

*titter* *wheeze* *clutches chest in slight convulsion*

I say, Old Man, your jokes are quite the giggle. But I hope you're not calling me "Sir". I mean, just because I wear tweed and a monocle, which I think make me look rather sophisticated and scholarly, and Pater says that it doesn't matter if I dress in an eccentric manner, because someone's going to marry me for all his cash, anyway. So there.

[Bluenose]

Oooh, I say!  Has your Pater got a lot of cash?

<rubs hands gleefully>

I've always been attracted to ladies of an independent mind, don't you know?

[Opsa]

Eau, he's quite filthy with it, and I admire your candor. Pater says everyone's sew affected these days.

[Bluenose]

Oh yes, well one has always found that there is nothing quite so attractive in a woman as very large bags of filty lucre.  I had been rather blind to your charms, but now I find myself all quite bedazzled!  And may I say you do look remarkably intelligent not to say attractive in your monacle and that tweed suit certainly looks quite becoming.  My kind of woman indeed!

<gives leering wink>

[The Meromorph]

I'll have to introduce you to one of my gundogs, young Bluenose, she's got a trust fund, as I recall, and very bohemian ways, when she's not 'working' of course. Well documented family tree, they say...

[Opsa]

Lord Mero- are you comparing me to a... a... (swoons and faints, having blood like water.)

[Opsa]

I say, it's been jolly quiet in here, lately, non?

[The Meromorph]

Sorry, Lady Opsa, bin a bit confused doncherknow...
No, dear Lady, I wasn't comparing you to one of my gundogs. One just thought that Bluenose felon fellow might find m'dogs a bit closer to his level, so to speak. Nothing worse than a declasse pirate gettin' ideas above his station, what?.

[Sibling DavidH]

I See, that little be Chang'd since I felle Asleep.  This remindeth mee grately, of y^e CONVERSACIOUN, atte Gryblynge Hall.
I was Tolde that I shoulde fynde good fellows, here.
I remayne,
Yr True Frende, Humphrey Gryblynge.

[Pachyderm]

Ai sai, Well met, Sir Humphrey. Tempt you with a snifter of brandy? Or are you a whisky-and-soda man?

[Opsa]

Thank you for clearing that up for me, Lord Mero darling. Not that I don't have an excellent pedigree... *titter*

Eau Pachy, do introduce me to your new friend. I do so admire his quaint outfit. From out of town, I take it?

[Pachyderm]

Lady Opsa, this is Sir Humphrey. Be gentle, he's new here.

Sir Humphrey, may I present Lady Opsa, heiress to a fortune, and one of our most eligible fillies, dontcher know.