A couple of fortyish Shakespearean actors bump into each other on Shaftesbury Avenue.
They carry themselves well, and project reasonably forcefully while the following exchange takes place.

"Dear boy, how are you?"

"Oh, dear boy, not so bad." (They all talk like that, just ask DiT.)

"What are you up to these days?"

"Oh, a touch of rep here and there, nothing much. Yourself?"

"Lear at the National."

"I say, really? Money any good?"

"No, but real bread and cheese in the third act!"
(BrianHequator was stretching owls, on, or around, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 12:23, Reply)