Guard 1: No guests pass this point.
Female: Impossible! Scary mask!
Guard 2: Should we gather whisky and cigars tonight?
Female: It's disgusting!
Guard 1: You there, move along!
Guard 3: See if Marci'll bring us up a few of those cakes. And a pitcher of ale.
Guard 4: Why don't you ask her? And a fifth of whiskey.
Guard 3: Forget it. She's not going to risk her job for us. Not in these times.
Guard 4: I don't like this job. They put four guards up top, that's not a regular deployment.
Guard 3: Well, three of us and Tom.
Guard 4: Tell me about it. Four of us up here guarding an empty hallway. What's that mean to you?
Guard 3: Relax, we're just the reserves.
Male: I'm getting peckish. We should have a girl and food.