Sex is hardly a fitting subject for the dinner table.
Or, indeed..._any_ table.
....Except perhaps a table at a brothel. (Edmund kicks Percy off chair)
-- Lady Whiteadder, Edmund and Percy : Beer
Or, indeed..._any_ table.
....Except perhaps a table at a brothel. (Edmund kicks Percy off chair)
-- Lady Whiteadder, Edmund and Percy : Beer
Related:
- Noise? Did you hear a noise, Percy?
...No.
Good.
..apart from that colossal drunken roar.
(Edmund kicks Percy off chair) -- Edmund and Percy... - Percy, the devil farts in my face once more.
--
Edmund :... - Percy tries to attract Edmund's attention to his comedy breasts)
Aaarrggg.
aarrgggg... Sorry, he's sick. Leprosy. Of the brain... - Of course, you know what your great discovery means,
don't you Percy? Perhaps, my lord... That you, Percy... - I believe that silence is golden.
(Edmund opens mouth to speak).
(closes it again)...... ......(clears throat)..Aaahhiinheritance... - I was the man of a thousand faces.
So how did you come to choose the ugly mug you've got now,
then? -- Percy and Edmund :... - Gold! Pure gold!
...Are you sure?
Yes, my lord. Behold.
Percy...it's _green_. -- Percy and Edmund :... - The fashion these days is towards the tiny...
Well,
in that case, Percy, you have the most fashionable... - Gloaters'...you really are a prat, aren't you Percy.
Edmund :...
