Monty Python's Flying Circus1969

Mr. Mann:
[in a language laboratory] Well, then, what sort of thing were you looking for?

Tick:
Well, er, really something to make me feel a little less insignificant.

Mr. Mann:
Oh, I see, sort of "Now look here! You may be Chairman but your bloody pusillanimous behaviour makes me vomit!" That sort of thing?

Tick:
Oh, no, no, no, not really, no.

Mr. Mann:
Oh, I see, well perhaps something a bit more sort of Clive Jenkins-ish?

[Welsh accent]

Mr. Mann:
"Mr. Smarmy So-Called Harold Wilson can call himself pragmatic until he's blue in the breasts!"

Tick:
Oh no, I really want something that will make people be attracted to me like a magnet.

Mr. Mann:
I see, well, you want our "Life and Soul of the Party" tape then, I think.

Tick:
What's that?

Mr. Mann:
Well it's sort of "'Ello squire, haven't seen you for a bit, haven't seen you for a bit either, Beryl. Two pints of wallop please, love. Still driving the Jensen then? Cheer up Jack it may never happen. What's your poison then?'"

Tick:
Fantastic, yes.

Mr. Mann:
Right, I'll just see if we've got the tape.