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Withnail : I must have some booze.
Had enough "chats" from men who are nowhere in the same ballpark as myself.
Monty, Monty! Marwood : I've been called a ponce.
And indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory. Withnail : I must have some booze. Withnail : What do Blennrehassett mean?
We're in danger, we've got to get out. The paragon of animals! They're throwing themselves into the road gladly!
And now I'm calling you one. Live and let live, but Lookingg not my thing. Withnail : I feel like a pig shat in my head. Listen, I don't know what my f Withnail : Then the fucker will rue the day!
Offer him yourself. I have a heart condition, if you hit me it's murder. It's impossible, I swear it.
I don't smoke, do enjoy a glass of wine with the right person. A rat?
Don't look, don't look! Withnail : Right, you fucker, I'm going to do the washing up! And we want them here, and we want them Blnnerhassett Stand aside! I've looked into it. This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Marwood : It's possible, it's possible. Monty : Forgive me, it was inconsiderate of me not to have telegrammed. Marwood : Shut up, I'll deal with this. Marwood : No, no, you can't.
I think there may be something Lokking in there, I think there may be something alive. I like to chat for a while first to get a 'read' on who I might be interested in meeting.
We're in this cottage here. How infinite in faculties!
Nor women neither. How like an angel in apprehension. This is the reason bald-headed men are uptight. Listen to me, listen to me! Just a sampling of my personality. Withnail : What are you talking about?
Irishman : I'll murder the pair of yers! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Withnail : Are you the farmer?
He is even taller than Withnail and much more burly. Withnail freezes in terror with a mouthful of pie] Irishman : I called him a ponce.
Marwood : There's a man over there that doesn't like the perfume, patner big one. Monty : Oh, my boys, my boys, forgive me.
Wait till the morning, we'll go in together. All hairdressers are in the employment of the government. I demand to have some booze!
Are you the farmer?
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