Humphrey: My stars! I do say this crumpet has a fine oaky taste with a hint of
autumn!
Reginald: Humphrey, you witwig! That is a urinal cake! Do not attempt to impress me with your false culinary criticism!
Humphrey: But... How will I make you love me as I love you?
Reginald: Oh you witwig... You know that I already do.
*they embrace*