[George has been mistaken for a teen model]
Simon Marshall
We'd like you to give us your opinion on some clothes for teenagers.
George
Oh, by all means. I'd be quite prepared for that eventuality.
Simon Marshall
Well, not your REAL opinion, naturally. It'll be written out for you, and you'll learn it. Can you read?
George
'Course I can.
Simon Marshall
I mean LINES, ducky. Can you handle lines?
George
Well, I'll have a bash.
Simon Marshall
Good. Give him whatever it is they drink, uh, coke-a-rama?
George
Ta.
Simon Marshall
Well, at least he's polite. Show him the shirts, Adrian.
[Adrian gives George some shirts]
Simon Marshall
Now, you'll like these. You'll really "dig" them. They're "fab," and all the other pimply hyperboles.
George
[unimpressed]
I wouldn't be seen dead in them. They're dead grotty.
Simon Marshall
Grotty?
George
Yeah, GROTESQUE!
Simon Marshall
Make a note of that word and give it to Susan. It's rather touching, really. Here's this kid, giving me his utterly valueless opinion, when I know for a fact that within a month, he'll be suffering from a violent inferiority complex and loss of status because he isn't wearing one of these nasty things! Of course they're grotty, you wretched nit! That's why they were designed! But that's what you'll want.
George
I won't!
Simon Marshall
You can be replaced, chickie baby.
George
I don't care.
Simon Marshall
And that pose is out too, Sonny Jim. The new thing is to care passionately and be right-wing.