Harry: Sweetheart, where is my jacket?
Hiacynth: Which one?
Harry: The black one, for special occasions.
Hiacynth: It’s a coat, not a jacket!
Harry: Whatever you want to call it hun, have you seen it?
Hiacynth: No, I remember you wearing for the dinner at Aldriges’.
Harry: I know, but what then.
Hiacynth: You can’t even take care of you personal things, you behave like a child.
Harry: Stop it, everybody loses their things at times.
Hiacynth: Not with such frequency, Harry.
Harry: I guess I need to find it myself.
Hiacynth: Yes, that’s what would be expected of an adult.
Harry has lost his special black coat and must find it on his own.