P: WHAT DO YOU WANT?
V: Well, I was told outside that...
P: Don't give me that, you snotty-faced heap of parrot droppings!
V: What?
P: Shut your festering gob, you tit! Your type really makes me puke, you vacuous, coffee-nosed, maloderous, pervert!!!
V: Look, I CAME HERE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT A LOW FLYING AIRCRAFT, I'm not going to just stand...!!
P: OH, oh I'm sorry, but this is abuse.
V: Oh, I see, well, that explains it.
P: Ah yes, you want room 12A, Just along the corridor.
V: Oh, Thank you very much. Sorry.
P: Not at all.
V: Thank You.
P: (Under his breath) Stupid git!!