Lord Henry Mayley: I've always considered murder to be rather un-English. I mean, one's got to draw the line somewhere, hasn't one?

Sonny MacGregor: "Is your husband there? I'll just..."
Lady Lucy Mayley: "Not all there I'm thinking."

Sonny MacGregor: I'm having a day's rough shooting and want some bullets.
Gunsmith: Cartridges? Certainly, sir. Any particular make?
Sonny MacGregor: No, as long as they've got gunpowder in them.
Gunsmith: What bore?
Sonny MacGregor: Boar? No, no. A few rabbits, pheasants, small fry, you know.
Gunsmith: No, no, sir. Bore. B-O-R-E.
Sonny MacGregor: Bore!
[laughs]
Sonny MacGregor: Hmm?
Gunsmith: 12, 20 or 4-10?
Sonny MacGregor: Er... Definitely, yes.
Gunsmith: Well, which, sir?
Sonny MacGregor: Well, the largest you have, surely.
Gunsmith: 12-bore. How many, sir? 50?
Sonny MacGregor: No, I think you'd better make it a thousand.
Gunsmith: A thousand?
Sonny MacGregor: Yes.
Gunsmith: But didn't you say a day's rough shooting?
Sonny MacGregor: Yes, I did, er... and it may be pretty rough.

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Minister: In reply to the honourable member's question, I can only say... Uhh...
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