Archdruid: Glad you could both make it. I fancy the mackerel pate for starters - what about you, Ken?
Livingstone: I mean, Herring. Nice bit of roll mop herring.
Archdruid: And for you, Mike?
Pence: A woman! Who let you in here?
Archdruid: Calm down. We've got Ken with us.
Livingstone: And Hitler.
Livingstone: If Hitler were here, there'd be four of us. Five of us if we include his Zionist friend.
Archdruid: He's not here, Ken.
Livingstone: A lot of people do deny it.
Sommelier: To drink?
Archdruid: G&T and then a nice Douro white.
Pence: Water please. Not too carbonated. There's a woman here. And she may decide to be available later. So I need to be on my guard against her witchcraft.
Archdruid: And you, Ken?
Sommelier: Roederer Crystal?
Livingstone: No, Kristallnacht. That was nasty. Don't get me wrong. But Hitler wouldn't have had to do it if he'd got his agreement with the Zionists....
Archdruid: Ken, leave it. [to sommerlier] He'll have the old crusted red.
Ken: I'm just nipping to the Berghof...
Archdruid: I presume you mean the loo. He's a bit obsessive, I'm afraid, Mike. Mike?
Pence: I'm just off to the men's room...
Archdruid: What, with Ken?
Pence: It's the Billy Graham Rule. What will people say if I'm alone at the table with you?
Archdruid: What will they say if you follow Ken to the toilet?
Livingstone: I think Mike's got a bunker mentality.
Archdruid: It's gonna be a long night.