TEDGINALD: Now then, now then, now. There was something I had to give you; what was it. Your mother was quite emphatic. Gad.
EUSTACE: The old nog's not what it was, eh Pater?
TEDGINALD: Brain's gotten wrinkles, lad, and memories keep slipping down them. Grey matter's growing out, you see? Egad, what WAS it I had to give you? A wallaby?
EUSTACE: Was it MONEY, Pater?
TEDGINALD: Ah! That does seem like the sort of thing I would give you, doesn't it? Yes, it was probably money. I do seem to have an awful lot of it.
