(Mr and Mrs Tupman are at the airport. They have just got off the plane from Paris.)
Î f f i ñ à 1: Passports, please!
Mr Tupman:! think I've lost the passports, Poppy.
Mrs Tupman: How stupid of you, Peter!. Didn't you put them in your pocket?
Mr Tupman: (emptying his pockets) Here's a pen... a pencil... my pipe... a postcard... an envelope... a stamp... a pin...
Mrs Tupman: Oh, stop taking things put of your pockets. Perhaps you put them in the plastic bag.
Mr Tupman: {emptying the plastic bag) Here's a newspaper... an apple... a pear... a plastic cup... a spoon... some paper plates... a piece of pork pie... a pepper pot...
Mrs Tupman: Oh, stop pulling things out of the plastic bag, Peter. These people are getting impatient.
Mr Tupman: Well, help me, Poppy.
Mrs Tupman: We've lost our passports. Perhaps we dropped them on the plane.
Official: Then let the other passengers pass, please.
Mr Tupman: Poppy, why don't you help? You aren't being very helpful. Put the things in the plastic bag.
Official: Your name, please?
Mr Tupman: Tupman.
Official: Please go upstairs with this policeman, Mr Tupman.