Maid Marian and Her Merry Men1989

Gary:
[as he's picking up things that can't be seen] Bye-bye! Bye-bye! Bye-bye!

The Sheriff:
Gary, what are you doing?

Gary:
Oh, I'm saying goodbye to the germs, sir. They're going out of the bin, and into the rubbish tip where they can make new friends in a totally different environment.

The Sheriff:
So it's more of a club 18-30s than a rubbish tip, is it, Gary?

Gary:
Yes, sir.

The Sheriff:
Wrong! [sprays a can of disinfectant] It's a funeral parlour! Gary, sometimes you're as stupidly sentimental as an Australian Soap Opera. Now get this place tidied up before we all die of the bubonic plague. And Graeme?

Graeme:
Yes, sir?

The Sheriff:
Get this old tin of paint out of here by 12 o'clock. Otherwise I'll chop you into a rather easy two-piece jigsaw.