Aunt Dahlia: Your Uncle Tom's been having a bad time lately with his collection; everything he's tried to buy, that blasted Watkyn Bassett has pipped him at the post! If he can get this thing cheaply, it may save him from an early grave. (Jeeves clears his throat)
Aunt Dahlia: You have one of your wonderful ideas, Jeeves?
Jeeves: If Mr. Wooster, while sneering, could imply that the object is probably of modern Dutch manufacture, then the vendor might be the more inclined to lower his ambitions.
Bertie: Why Dutch?
Jeeves: The Dutch, Sir, while an admirable people in many ways, and renowned for their domestic hygiene, are not considered to be of the first rank in matters of argentine craftsmanship.
Aunt Dahlia: (to Bertie) Well, you heard what Jeeves said; now, run along and sneer!
Bertie: I say, Jeeves, as a matter of interest, what are you doing?
Jeeves: I'm sorting through these clothes, Sir. These (indicating one pile of clothes) are for repair, and these (indicating the other pile) for discarding.
Bertie: Oh, wait a second! This white mess jacket is brand new!
Jeeves: I assumed it had got into your wardrobe by mistake, Sir. Or else that it had been placed there by your enemies.
Bertie: I will have you know, Jeeves, that I bought this in Cannes.
Jeeves: (disbelieving) And wore it, Sir?
Bertie: Jeeves, there was a book on the little table-thing by the sofa...
Jeeves: Was it entitled 'Strength Through Willpower' by Lady Florence Craye, Sir?
Bertie: That's the one, Jeeves.
Jeeves: I placed it by your bedside, Sir. I took the liberty of glancing through the volume and thought it might make an excellent remedy for insomnia. Would you like me to get it, Sir?
Bertie: No. No, no... I'l... I'll get it, Jeeves. Just thought I'd leave it casually lying about. She gave it to me, you see... trying to improve my mind, I dare say.
Jeeves: That seems scarcely possible, Sir.