 My cook? She's married to Poole. Oh, really? That's too much. No man should have the perfect butler and the perfect cook. Well, my dear Lanyon, I'll go even further than that. I'm now going to get Poole to bring us some of the perfect brandy. I think we'll have it in the library. Poole! Yes, sir? I've already put it there and some of your special cigars.