Withnail & I1987

Withnail:
This place has become impossible. Nothing to eat, freezing cold and now a madman on the prowl outside with eels.

Peter Marwood:
Alright, you've made your point. We pack up tomorrow and get out.

Withnail:
Where are you going?

Peter Marwood:
I'm going for a slash.

Withnail:
No you can't, I can't get my boots on when they're hot.

Peter Marwood:
That's alright, I'll go alone.

Withnail:
No you won't, you're not leaving me in here alone. Those are the kind of windows faces look in at.