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Eddie:
[to Richie] How's your sausage?

Richie:
[looking surprised] 's A bit personal, isn't it? Oh, I see, you mean my *sausage*! [points at frying pan]

Eddie:
Yes?

Richie:
You're asking me about my sausage?

Eddie:
Sausage, yes?

Richie:
Not my penis?

Eddie:
[astonished] No!

Richie:
Oh, thank heavens for that! Well, what can I tell you, Eddie, it's an absolute disaster! I just can't get the hang of this cooking lark! I mean, you put the sausage in the pan, you set it on fire, and what happens? It gets incinerated!

Eddie:
Well, maybe we should eat our flakes?

[Richie looks disgusted]

[Eddie holds up a box of cornflakes]

Richie:
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, I see what you mean, yes! I think I'm getting "double entendre disease"!

Eddie:
Can I drink your juice?

Richie:
[looking revolted, then realizing] Oh! Oh, yes! Yes, of course, go ahead! I think I'm going mad this morning!

[knocking on the front door]

Eddie:
Someone's giving our knocker a damn good banging! I'd better go see who it is!

Richie:
Righty 'o! I'll grab a hold of my sausage and give it a good seeing-to!