Twenty-four-year-old Miss Margaret Roberts lost her bid to win a seat in Parliament today, but she has put new life into the Dartford Conservative Association. Winning candidate Mr Dodds had better watch out, this bright young woman is on his tail.
Denis: Hang on...Hang on... You shaved thousands off their majority. You did splendidly.
Margaret: Not splendidly enough.
Denis: Ah I see. Self pity. No one is saying you don't need a safe seat. You deserve a safe seat. But it does not come unless you learn to play the game a little.
Margaret: What game?
Denis: You are a grocer's daughter-
Margaret: And proud of being.
Denis:- in their eyes. A single grocer's daughter. But if you were to become the wife of a moderately successful businessman- You'd get to parliament, and I'd get to be the happiest man in... in wherever they select you. Margaret, will you marry me? Well?
Margaret: Yes. Yes!
Margaret: I love you so much but... I will never be one of those women Denis- who stays silent and pretty on the arm of her husband. Or remote and alone in the kitchen doing the washing up for that matter.
Denis: We'll get a help for that.
Margaret: No... one's life must matter, Denis. Beyond the cooking and the cleaning and the children, one's life must mean more than that- I cannot die washing up a tea cup. I mean it Denis, say you understand.
Denis: That's why I want to marry you, my dear. Now eat.