Seagoon: Why have we stopped, O'Brien?
O'Brien (Ellington): I think the horse must be tired, sir.
Seagoon: Why?
O'Brien: He's got his pyjamas on, begorrah.
Willium: I think we're lost, mate.
Seagoon: Tut, tut, what a nuisance! Well, there's naught for it mate, we'll spend the night here. I'll sleep in the ditch and you sleep standing up holding an umbrella over me.
Willium: I'm goin' ter vote Labour next time, mate.
Seagoon: Silence, you political hot-head.
O'Brien: Lord Seagoon, me no like to spend the night on this pitch black road.
Seagoon: Don't worry, you won't be noticed. Now, as we're staying the night here,
Seagoon: Unroll my brass bedstead and erect my marble wash stand. Abdul?
Abdul (approaching):
What you want, sahib?
Seagoon: Before I retire, prepare a light sixteen-course banquet....
NOW THAT IS WOT I CALL HOUSE vol 67