"I say, darling, would you care for a glass of gin?"

"Don't mind if I do. Could you kindly pass me a roll-up?"

"Why, yes. Here's your gin, and if you open your mouth, I'll pop this cancer stick in."

"Thank you, kind gentleman. May I have a light?"

"Oh, how remiss of me. Here you go... there... you are fired up."

"That's delightful. My lungs are eternally grateful."

"Darling."

"Yes, my love?"

"May I be so bold as to kiss your neck?"

"Right, that's it. Enough of this posh *******. Get over here and ravage me, you **** *******."

"It would be my pleasure, you ***** *****."