from The Case of the Missing CD Plates

Seagoon: How I love Rome with all her fountains! Ah, Rome! There's no place like Rome! Hah-ha! [clears throat self consciously]. So I thought as I sat eating a small string pie in Trafalgar Square. I spent the next hour pleasantly washing my overcoat in the fountain.

Bloodnok: [sings] The man from Laramie... He had an elbow on each arm... and one upon his shoulder... I say. You with the zinc cardigan, are you English?

Seagoon: Only by descent.

Bloodnok: By descent?

Seagoon: I came down by parachute!

Bloodnok: Then you ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Seagoon: I don't wish to know that sah!

Bloodnok: Here in the most beautiful fountain in Trafalgar Square you have the audacity to wash an overcoat, thus fouling the water. You might have waited until I finished my bath!

Seagoon: To tell you the truth, sir, I thought you were a statue.

Bloodnok: I have enough decency, sir, not to move when I'm naked.

Seagoon: Haven't you got a bath where you're staying?

Bloodnok: Of course I have!

Seagoon: Where are you staying?

Bloodnok: Here!

Seagoon: What made you choose Trafalgar Square?

Bloodnok: Do you like pigeon pie?