Mayhew!

Come on, Mayhew.

Sorry, Mayhew.

Mayhew, give me the reports.

Thank you, Mr. Mayhew.

No, no, I don't want you, just Mayhew.

Mr. Mayhew. Sir Wilfrid.

You're quite right, Mayhew, I do like him. Thank you.

Please, Mayhew, not when I'm smoking.

This is Mr. Mayhew, Leonard Vole's solicitor.

You know Mr. Mayhew, I believe.

You know Mr. Mayhew, Mr. BroganMoore.

I'm told you are going to represent me. I'm very grateful.

Put me on a diet of bland civil suits. Hello, Mayhew.

Mr. Mayhew described you as champion of the hopeless cause.

Get BroganMoore to my chambers, and Mayhew too.

Absolutely not, Mr. Mayhew. Sir Wilfrid is still convalescent.

That's why I went to see Mr. Mayhew. Now he thinks he needs a lawyer and now I have two lawyers.

Seems silly to me, but Mr. Mayhew thinks it's very urgent.