 A fairground's painted swing. These foolish things remind me of you. Foolish things, my foot. They're ridiculous. I was saying to Selma just the other day. Selma, I said... Mel, listen to this. Selma, I said, you have no idea. He carries on about the least little thing. My lipstick traces, my airline tickets, my painted swing. So help me, I'll go mad from that now.