The blessed gods / Purge all infection from our air whilst you / Do climate here!

We got in a little scrap over who should pay the bill.

Bob Pirgivie now tweedled his thumbs in double quick time, and rapidly sent around queer horizontal glances under his shaggy brows.

A separate section is given to this subject because as a rule the importance of noises off is badly underestimated in the amateur theatre.