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*