"How do you do?" Freddie Einsford-Hill said and a chorus of delighted feminine giggles rose up.
"Oh, honestly!" snapped Holmes, peering at the screen. "For a group of –" he choked – "respectable authors, you are behaving like a pack of rabid, foaming fangirls."
"But it's Jeremy Brett!" came the indignant protest.
"To be sure," Holmes retorted. "Jeremy Brett in the role he always thought himself best at: the romantic lover. You know that's not him singing his own songs."
They ignored him, enraptured by the movie again.
Holmes gave up in exasperation. "Women are irrational, that's all there is that."
My Fair Lady viewing at my place -- everyone's welcome! I don't mind watching it two days in a row.