So who's my next victim? You? I haven't played table tennis in quite a while. Would you like to play for a thousand pounds a game? What did I walk into? What did I walk into? It's like this. - May I? - Please. You have to lean in, and hit through the ball. I was doing just fine until you showed up. The story of my life. So, tell me, what's a beautiful, young, American Ping-Pong player doing mingling amongst the British upper class? Did anyone ever tell you, you play a very aggressive game? Did anyone ever tell you you've very sensual lips? - Extremely aggressive. - I'm naturally competitive. Is it off-putting? I'll have to think about that for a while. There you are. I wanted to introduce you to Chris Wilton. Chris Wilton, this is Nola Rice, my fiancee. So, you're the tennis pro. - Hello, darling. - My pleasure. He was trying to have his way with me over the table. Oh, really? Yeah, well, you'd better watch out for this one. He's made a living out of hustling. I'll be ready for you next time. - I'll see you outside. - Oh, yeah. She's quite something, isn't she? - How long have you been together? - Six months. Jesus, yeah, six months! She came over to study acting, and I met her at a party that I'd crashed and she'd crashed, and... ...one thing led to another. Obviously, it's taken Mother quite a long time to get used to the idea that I'm serious about her, but... To be honest with you, Mother's always had this funny little agenda for me which doesn't really involve marrying a struggling actress. Especially an American one. But I am crazy about her. Anyway, I think we should all go to dinner next week. What do you think? - I'd love to. - Excellent. Now, Irish, how about a little drop of Scottish before supper? - Why not. - Lead on. Quickly.