9x-xx-xx 58 Pawn to Bishop 3

Joyce, hell almost a spy. Was she licensed to kill? No, no, no, no. This is the State Department. It's no laughing matter. Lighten up, bro. What should we put him for our field operative name?

James Bond? No, no, no. Mutter hurry. And the password is Tanny Farr. No, cut it out, you guys. Move over, Mike. Look at mom. We're just having a bit of fat. No, you're being stupid.

Hey, bro. What's the matter, Thompson? I don't know. US State Department, Office of Public Diplomacy. Write that down. Just a sec. There's a pencil on the night table, now get us out of this mic.

Oh oh, look! You have ten seconds to enter your field operative name and password. Mike! Okay, okay, okay. Did you get that? Yeah, Office of Public Diplomacy. What's the matter with you? I think we could be in trouble.

Oh hello, you're the dear welcome thing. Thank you, Sadie. It's so good to be home. I see you found a new friend.

This is the community health, Miss. Ginny. Nice to meet you. Thank you for driving, Edith, and from Kawakawa. You've saved me the trip. Oh, there's no trouble at all. Thank you, Ginny. I guess you'd be on your way.

Oh, stay for a cuppa. There's no need to rush off, surely. Oh, I'm not her only patient, Sadie. Oh, um, cup of tea would be lovely. Just go on through, Dee. We'll be right in.

Make yourself at home. Thanks. Now are you okay, Mrs. Oldfield? Stop calling me that. I'm sure she's fine, dear! What did you do that for? I had to put up with her all the way from Cowwick.