Withnail and I1986

Marwood:
Withnail, you bastard, wake up. Wake up, you bastard or I burn this bastard bed down!

Withnail:
(Stirring) I deny all accusations. What do you want?

Marwood:
I have just narrowly avoided having a buggering. And I've come in here with the express intention of wishing one on you! Having said that, I now intend to leave for London.

Withnail:
Hold on, don't let your imagination run away with you...

Marwood:
Imagination! I have just finished fighting a naked man! How dare you tell him I'm a toilet trader?!

Withnail:
Tactical necessity. If I hadn't told him you were active we'd never have got the cottage.

Marwood:
I'd never have wanted it, not with him in it!

Withnail:
I didn't think he'd come all this way.

Marwood:
Monty? He'd go to New York!

Withnail:
Calculated risk.

Marwood:
What is all this "tactical necessity" and "calculated risk?!" This is me, naked in a corner! And how dare you tell him I love you?! And how dare you tell him you rejected me?! How dare you tell him that?!

Withnail:
(Wry smile) Sorry about that. Got a bit carried away. Sort of said it without thinking.

Marwood:
(Takes the shotgun) Well let me tell you something, Withnail. If he comes into my room again, it's murder, and you'll be held responsible in law!