Official:      Passports, please!  
Mr Tupman:   I think I’ve lost the passports, Poppy.  

Mrs Tupman:  How stupid of you, Peter! Didn’t you put them in your pocket?  

Mr Tupman:   (emptying his pockets) Here’s a pen... a pencil...… my pipe... a postcard... an  envelope... a stamp... a pin...  

Mrs Tupman:  Oh, stop taking things out of your pockets. Perhaps you put them in the plastic  bag.  

Mr Tupman:   (emptying the plastic bag) Here’s a newspaper... an apple... a pear...… a plastic  cup...… a spoon... some paper plates...… a piece of pork pie... a pepper pot...  

Mrs Tupman:  Oh, stop pulling things out of the plastic bag, Peter. These people are getting  impatient.  

Mr Tupman:   Well, help me, Poppy.  

Mrs Tupman:  We’ve lost our passports. Perhaps we dropped them on the plane. 

Official:      Then let the other passengers past, please.  

Mr Tupman:   Poppy, why don’t you help? You aren’t being very helpful. Put the things in the  plastic bag.  

Official:      Your name, please? 

Mr Tupman:  Tupman.  

Official:      Please go upstairs with this policeman, Mr Tupman.