Hyacinth hosts Tea! | Keeping Up Appearances | BBC Comedy Greats

Oh, you are. And almost on time. Shedding him in his little sailor suit. Super. Fling on a donkey at Dawlish. Bless him, he was fearless. Then why is he crying? Well, because the donkey was carrying him away from his mummy. Close. Roasted special. No. No, thank you, I'm fine. Yours must be cold. No, no, no, thank you, Hyacinth. No, I'm always a bit uneasy with your best china. No, I'm quite happy with my biscuit. Good, but just watch the crumbs, won't you? A gluten hand-painted periwinkle is not really my best china. It's just my everyday best. My really best best I shall keep for another time when you come for a more formal occasion. Perhaps a little musical soiree, followed by a little candlelight supper. Now, I've got another album somewhere. Thank you for the coffee and the tour through your albums, but we really have to be going. No, you can't. Desolate as I am not to see another album, I really do think... Excuse me, don't move. Oh, let's go. I don't think I can face yet another album. No, she said don't move. Can't exactly be under house arrest. Can we? Go to Mr. Bickerstaff. No, to one of your gentleman friends on my white slimline telephone. Instrument through which I have to speak to Sheridan. I didn't know we were a cross line and he picked up some residue of your conversation. You must go and find Daddy now. We thought I'd be here. He would never come here looking for his rational books and his long johns. They'll just find him immediately. Will you get into the car, Onslow? Now, Onslow. She could do with a drop of water for the radiator. The water here wouldn't be suitable for your kind of work. Listen, supposing Daddy... Good idea. Give me a ring if you find Daddy. There somewhere, facing the might of the Luftwaffe.