You can attribute this to the British actress of your choice. She and her mates were doing a script-read around the table one day when the new boy came in. My, I'd like to take that home, said the Great Lady. Oh, I don't think so, said our reconteur, I don't think he bats for our team, if you get my meaning. I will bet you a pound, said the Great Lady, that I will have my way with him.
Our raconteur figured he had lost the bet when he saw the two leave the reading together. But the next day the Great Lady swooped in and announced:
"I owe you 17 shillings sixpence."
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