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Yvonne: Gary, I think we'll put an ad in the 'Evening Standard'. Listen to this. Interior designer's pied-à-terre in Northwest Hampstead.
Gary: Hampstead?
Yvonne: Well, you've got to be creative to sell a house these days, I mean nobody wants to live in Cricklewood, do they?
Gary: Well, why don't you go the whole hog, eh? Incredibly spacious Manhattan-style warehouse apartment with swimming pool, tennis court and rare-species aviary. Five minutes from Doitall.
Yvonne: Well, we've got to sell the house somehow; otherwise we'll lose Maple Avenue.
Gary: [to himself] Yeah, looking on the bright side.
Yvonne: Oh, never mind. Come to bed.
