Jeeves and Wooster1990

Jeeves:
If one were to "get the goods" on Mr. Spode, as the underworld phraseology has it, he would be rendered a negligible force.

Bertie:
Well, yes. But we haven't got anything on him. I don't even know where we'd look.

Jeeves:
I was thinking of the Junior Ganymede, sir. It is a club for gentlemen's personal gentlemen in Curzon street.

Bertie:
A club? What, you mean like White's?

Jeeves:
Of a similar nature, sir. The surroundings are more comfortable, however, and the members less Bolshevik.

Bertie:
And you're a member?

Jeeves:
Oh, indeed, sir. And Mr. Spode's personal attendant is likely to be a member also, and would naturally have confided to the secretary a good deal of information to be included in the club book.

Bertie:
The club book?

Jeeves:
Under rule eleven, all members are required to provide the secretary with full information about their employer, sir. This not only provides entertaining reading, but also provides a warning to those seeking employment with those gentlemen who fall short of the ideal.

Bertie:
Did you tell them about me?

Jeeves:
Oh yes, sir.

Bertie:
What, everything? The night I came home from Pongo Twistleton's birthday party and mistook the standing lamp for a burglar?

Jeeves:
That episode is a particular favorite with members, sir. They like to have these things to read on wet afternoons.