Jeeves and Wooster1990

Jeeves:
[Bertie Wooster, speechless from the ill effects of a hangover, is approached by valet-applicant Jeeves, who holds out a glass of reddish liquid on a tray] If you would drink this, sir. It's a little preparation of my own invention. Gentlemen have told me they find it extremely invigorating after a late evening.

Bertie:
[Making incomprehensible sounds, Bertie takes the glass and downs the contents, then coughs, shudders, and shakes his head] I say! I...

[Amazed at his rapid recovery, and being able to speak once more, Bertie gets up to examine himself in the nearby mirror]

Bertie:
I say! You're engaged!

Jeeves:
Thank you, sir. My name is Jeeves.

Bertie:
I say, Jeeves, what an extraordinary talent!

Jeeves:
Thank you, sir.

Bertie:
[holding up the empty glass] Eh, could one enquire what...?

Jeeves:
I'm sorry, sir.

Bertie:
No, no, of course not.

Jeeves:
I'm not at liberty to divulge the ingredients, sir.

Bertie:
No, no, no, of course not. Secrets of the guild and all that.

Jeeves:
Precisely, sir.