Basil: “I'll get you tonight's menu. Oh, would you care for a drink before your meal?”
Mr Hamilton: “Scotch and water and a screwdriver, please.”
Basil: “And for you, madam?”
Mrs Hamilton: “The screwdriver's for me.”
Basil: “I see. Would you like it now, or after the meal?”
Mrs Hamilton: “Now, please.”
Basil: “There's nothing I can put right?”
Mrs Hamilton: “What?”
Basil: “Absolutely. So it's one scotch, and a screwdriver.”
Mr Hamilton: “I think I'll join you. Make that two screwdrivers, would you?”
Basil: “You'd like a screwdriver, as well?"
Mr Hamilton: “You got it.”
Basil: “So, it's one scotch, and you each need a screwdriver.”
Mr Hamilton: “No. Forget the scotch. Two screwdrivers.”
Basil: “I understand, and you'll leave the drinks.”
Mr Hamilton: “What?”
Basil: “Nothing to drink?”
Mr Hamilton: “What do you mean, "Nothing to drink"?”
Basil: “Well, you can't drink your screwdrivers, can you?”
Mr Hamilton: “What else would you suggest that we do with them?”
Mrs Hamilton: “Vodka and orange juice.”
Basil: “Ah. Certainly, madam.”
Mr Hamilton: “Make that two and forget about the screwdrivers.”
Basil: “You sure?”
Mr Hamilton: “We can manage without them.”
Basil: “As you wish.”