He wants to be her what? Tampax?

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Charles: "He was a bit anxious, actually."
Camilla: "Was he?"
Charles: "He thought he might've gone too far."
Camilla: "Ah well."
Charles: "Anyway, you know that's the sort of thing one has to beware of. And sort of feel one's way along with - if you know what I mean."
Camilla: "Mmmm. You're awfully good feeling your way along."
Charles: "Oh Stop! I want to feel my way along you, all over you, and up and down you, and in and out..."
Camilla: "Oh, Charles!"
Charles: "Particularly in and out!"
Camilla: "Oh, that's just what I need at the moment."
Charles: "Is it?"

Scanner Enthusiast: "December 18th." (the scanner ethusiast speaks over to record the date)

Camilla: "I know it would revive me. I can't bear a Sunday night without you."
Charles: "Oh, God."
Camilla: "It's like that programme 'Start the Week.' I can't start the week without you."
Charles: "I fill up your tank!!"
Camilla: "Yes, you do."
Charles: "Then you can cope."
Camilla: "Then I'm all right."
Charles: "What about me? The trouble is I need you several times a week."
Camilla: "Mmmm, so do I. I need you all the week. All the time."
Charles: "Oh, God. I'll just live inside your trousers, or something. It would be much easier!"
Camilla: (laughing) "What are you going to turn into, a pair of knickers? (Both laugh)
Camilla: "Oh, You're you're going to come back as a pair of knickers!"
Charles: "Or, God forbid, a Tampax! Just my luck!" (Laughs)
Camilla: "You are a complete idiot! (Laughs) Oh, what a wonderful idea!"
Charles: "My luck to be chucked down the lavatory and go on and on, forever swirling round on the top, never going down."
Camilla: (Laughing) "Oh, Darling!"
Charles: "Until the next one comes through."
Camilla: "Oh, perhaps you could come back as a box."
Charles: "What sort of box?"
Camilla: "A box of Tampax, so you could just keep going."
Charles: "That's true."
Camilla: "Repeating yourself...(Laughing) Oh, darling I just want you now."
Charles: "Do You?"
Camilla: "Mmmmm."
Charles: "So do I!"
Camilla: "Desperately, desperately, desperately. Oh, I thought of you so much at Yaraby."
Charles: "Did you?"
Camilla: "Simply mean we couldn't be there together."

Charles: "Desperate. If you could be here - I long to ask Nancy sometimes."
Camilla: "Why don't you?"
Charles: "I daren't."
Camilla: "Because I think she's in love with you?"
Charles: "Mmm."
Camilla: "She'd do anything you asked."
Charles: "She'd tell all sorts of people."
Camilla: "No, she wouldn't, because she'd be much too frightened of what you might say to her. I think you've got - I'm afraid it's a terrible thing to say - but I think , you know, those sort of people do feel very strongly about you. You've got such a hold over her."
Charles: "Really?"
Camilla: "And you're..... I think, as usual, you're underestimating yourself."
Charles: "But she might be terribly jealous or something."
Camilla: "Oh! (Laughs) Now that's a point! I wonder, she might be, I suppose."
Charles: "You never know, do you?"
Camilla: "No, the little green eyed monster might be lurking inside her. No, but I mean the thing is, you're so good when people are so flattered to be taken into your confidence, but I don't know they'd betray you. You know, real friends..."
Charles: "Really?"
Camilla: "I don't..." (Pause)

Camilla: "Gone to sleep?"
Charles: "No, I'm here."
Camilla: "Darling, listen: I talked to David tonight again. It might not be any good."
Charles: "Oh, no!!"
Camilla: "I'll tell you why: He's got these children of one of those Crawley girls and their nanny staying. He's going-- I'm going to ring him again tomorrow. He's going to try and hold them off till Friday. But as an alternative, perhaps I might ring up Charlie..."
Charles: "Yes."
Camilla: "...And see if we could do it there. I know he is back on Thursday..."
Charles: "It's quite a lot further away."
Camilla: "Oh, is it?"
Charles: "Well, I'm just trying to think: coming from Newmarket...?"
Camilla: "Coming from Newmarket to me at that time of night, you could probably do it in two and three quarters, It takes me three."
Charles: "What to go to, Um, Bowood?" ( Bowood: the family home of Charles Earl of Shelburne, who'd been rumoured to have had an affair with Camilla)
Camilla: "Northmore." (Northmore: A horse stud farm near Newmarket in Suffolk, at the time owned by Emilie and Hugh Van Cutsem)
Charles: "To go to Bowood?"
Camilla: "To go to Bowood would be the same as the same as me really, wouldn't it?"
Charles: "I mean to say, you would suggest going to Bowood, uh?"
Camilla: "No, not at all."
Charles: "Which Charlie, then?"
Camilla: "What Charlie do you think I was talking about?"
Charles: "I didn't know, because I thought you meant....."
Camilla: "I've got lots...."
Charles: "Somebody else."
Camilla: "I've got lots of friends called Charlie."
Charles: "The other one, Patty's." ( Patty and Charlie Parker -Tomkinson, the good friends of Charles)
Camilla: "Oh! Oh!, There! Oh that is further away. They're not...."

Charles: "They've gone....."
Camilla: "I don't know. It's just, you know, just a thought I had, If it fell through, the other place."
Charles: "Oh, Right. What do you do? Go on the M25 then down the M4 is it?"
Camilla: "Yes, you go, um, and sort of Royston or M11, at that time of night."
Charles: "Yes, well, that'll be just after shooting anyway."
Camilla: "So it would be, um, you'd miss the worst of the traffic. Because I'll er.... You see the problem is I've got to be in London tomorrow night."
Charles: "Yes."
Camilla: "And Tuesday night, A's coming home."
Charles: "No!" (groans)
Camilla: "Would you believe it? Because, I don't know what he's doing. He's shooting down here or something. but, darling, you wouldn't be able to ring me anyway, would you?"
Charles: "I might just, I mean, tomorrow night I could have done."
Camilla: "Oh Darling, I can't bear it. How could you have done tomorrow night?"
Charles: "Because I'll be (Yawns) working on the next speech."
Camilla: "Oh no, what's the next one?"
Charles: "A Business in The Community one, rebuilding communities."
Camilla: "Oh no, when's that for?"
Charles: "A rather important one for Wednesday."
Camilla: "Well, at least I'll be behind you."
Charles: "I know."
Camilla: "Can I have a copy of the one you've just done?"
Charles: "Yes."
Camilla: "Can I? um, I would like it."
Charles: "OK, I'll try and organize it."

Camilla: "Darling..."
Charles: "But I, oh God, when am I going to speak to you?!"
Camilla: "I can't bear it... Umm......."
Charles: "Wednesday night?"
Camilla: "Oh, certainly Wednesday night. I'll be alone, um, Wednesday, you know, the evening. Or Tuesday. while you're rushing around doing things I'll be, you know, alone until 'it' reappears. "And early Wednesday morning, I mean, he'll be leaving at half past eight, quarter past eight. He won't be here Thursday, pray God. Um, that ambulance strike, it's a terrible thing to say this: I suppose it won't have come to an end by Thursday...?" (The "it" Camilla is referring to is her own husband, Andrew Parker Bowles.)

Charles: "It will have done?"
Camilla: "Well, I mean I hope for everybody's sake it will have done, but I hope for our sakes it's still going on."
Charles: "Why?"
Camilla: "Well, because if it stops he'll come down here on Thursday night."
Charles: "Oh no."
Camilla: "Yes, but I don't think it will stop, do you?"
Charles: "No, neither do I. just our luck."
Camilla: "It just would be our luck, I know."
Charles: "Then it's bound to!"
Camilla: "No, it won't. You mustn't think like that. You must think positively." Charles: "I'm not very good at that."
Camilla: "Well, I'm going to. Because if I don't, I'd despair. (Pause) Hmmm - gone to sleep?"

Charles: "No. How maddening."
Camilla: "I know. Anyway, I mean he's doing his best to change it--David... But I just thought, you know, I might ask Charlie."
Charles: "Did he say anything?"
Camilla: "No, I haven't talked to him."
Charles: "You haven't?"
Camilla: "Well, I talked to him briefly, but you know, I just thought I - I just don't know whether he's got any children at home, that's the worry."
Charles: "Right."
Camilla: "Oh, Darling. I think I'll..."
Charles: "Pray. Just Pray."
Camilla: "It would be so wonderful to have just one night to set us on our way, wouldn't it?"
Charles: "Wouldn't it? To wish you a Happy Christmas."
Camilla: (Indistinct) "Happy. Oh, don't let's think about Christmas! I can't bear it. (Pause) Going to go to sleep ? I think you'd better, don't you, darling?"

Charles: (Sleepy) "Yes, Darling?"
Camilla: "I think you've exhausted yourself by all that hard work. You must go to sleep now, Darling."
Charles: (Sleepy) "Yes, Darling?"
Camilla: "Will you ring me when you wake up?"
Charles: "Yes I will."
Camilla: "Before I have these rampaging children around. It's Tom's birthday, tomorrow. (Pause) You all right?"
Charles: "Mmm. I'm all right."
Camilla: "Can I talk to you, I hope, before those rampaging children...?"
Charles: "What time do they come in?"

Camilla: "Well, usually Tom never wakes up at all, but as it's his birthday, tomorrow, he might just stagger out of bed. It won't be before half past eight. (Pause) Night-night, my darling."
Charles: "Darling....."
Camilla: "I do love you."
Charles: (Sleepily) "Before..."
Camilla: "Before half past eight."
Charles: "Try and ring?"
Camilla: "Yeah, if you can. Love you darling."
Charles: "Night, Darling."

Camilla: "I love you."
Charles: "I love you too. I don't want to say goodbye."
Camilla: "Well done, for doing that. You're a clever old thing. An awfully good brain lurking there, isn't there? Oh, darling, I think you ought to give the brain a rest now. Night-Night."
Charles: "Night darling, God bless."
Camilla: "I do love you, and I'm so proud of you."
Charles: "Oh, I'm so proud of you."
Camilla: "Don't be silly. I've never achieved anything."
Charles: "Yes, you have."
Camilla: "No, I haven't."
Charles: "You're greatest achievement is to love me."

Camilla: "Oh, darling easier than falling off a chair."
Charles: "You suffer all these indignities and tortures and calumnies!"
Camilla: "Oh, darling don't be so silly I'd suffer anything for you. That's love. It's the strength of love. Night-night."
Charles: "Night darling. Sounds if you're dragging an enormous piece of string behind you, with hundreds of tin pots and cans attached to it. Night-night, before the battery goes. (Blows kiss) Night."
Camilla: "Love you."


Charles: "Don't want to say goodbye."
Camilla: "Neither do I, but you must get some sleep, Bye."
Charles: "Bye, darling."
Camilla: "Love you."
Charles: "Bye."
Camilla: "Hopefully talk to you in the morning."
Charles: "Please!"
Camilla: "Bye, I do love you."
Charles: "Night."
Camilla: "Night."
Charles: "Night."
Camilla: "Love you, forever."
Charles: "Night."
Camilla: "G'bye. Bye, my darling."
Charles: "Night."
Camilla: "Night-night."
Charles: "Night."
Camilla: "Bye-bye."
Charles: "Going."
Camilla: "Gone."
Charles: "Going."
Camilla: "Gone."
Charles: "Night."
Camilla: "Bye, Press the button."
Charles: "Going to press the tit."
Camilla: "All right darling; God--I wish you were pressing mine."
Charles: "God, I wish I was! Harder and harder!"
Camilla: "Oh, darling!"
Charles: "Night."
Camilla: "Night."
Charles: "Love you."
Camilla: (Yawning) "Love you. Press the tit."
Charles: "Adore you. Night."
Camilla: "Night."
Charles: "Night."
Camilla: ( Blowing a kiss sound)
Charles: "Night."
Camilla: "G'night my darling, Love you."
Charles finally hangs up the phone.

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