A vagabond, exhausted and famished, came to an English roadside inn called George and Dragon. He knocked. A woman stuck her head out the window.

"could ye spare some victuals?" He asked.

The woman glanced at his dirty clothing.

"No," she shouted. "Go away!"

"could I have a pint of ale, then!"

"Be gone!" She shouted.

"Could I at least use your privy?" the man pleaded.

"No!" She shouted again.

"Might I please _________" "What now?" the woman screeched.

"D'ye suppose," he asked, "that I might have a word with George?"