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Horace Rumpole:
My brilliant client. They're absolutely brilliant, clients, aren't they, George? I mean, he takes an antique dagger and he stabs a young man in the bus queue, outside Lords, at four o'clock in the afternoon. I ask you. Well, I mean, if you *must* go in for that sort of thing, at least do it during the hours of darkness, and if possible, not in the St John's Wood Road.

George:
Who did he stab?

Horace Rumpole:
Oh, a complete stranger. Someone he just felt like stabbing. Absolutely brilliant.

George:
My man decided to rob a dance hall on the night of the Police Ball.

Horace Rumpole:
Hahaha. We only get the stupid villains, George.

George:
Why is that?

Horace Rumpole:
Well the bright ones are all on holiday in Majorca.