The Mighty Boosh2003

Howard Moon:
[into tape recorder] Howard Moon's journal, day four. Many men have searched for the egg of Mantumbi. Many have failed. One man shall succeed. And I, Howard Moon, shall be that man.

Howard Moon:
[gets hit in the face with snowball]

Vince Noir:
[laughs]

Howard Moon:
Stop doing that!

Vince Noir:
What?

Howard Moon:
It's not funny.

Vince Noir:
It's hilarious!

Howard Moon:
It isn't, okay? Do it again, and I'll come at you like a buzzard.

Vince Noir:
Come on, Howard, let's go, the egg's not 'round here.

Howard Moon:
Stop tugging me mink! I'm not going anywhere. The egg is around here, I can sense it.

Vince Noir:
Did you say mink?

Howard Moon:
Yeah.

Vince Noir:
That's not very P.C, is it? You're supposed to be a zookeeper!

Howard Moon:
This is the arctic, Vince. Different rules apply out here, you know? It's kill or be killed.

Vince Noir:
What, by a mink?

Howard Moon:
...They get very big out here, the mink. This is just one mink, this whole outfit. It's true.

Vince Noir:
No way.

Howard Moon:
It's true!

Vince Noir:
No way! I read a pamphlet!

Howard Moon:
So? I once looked at a hedge. What's your point?

Vince Noir:
It was a mink pamphlet. Minky Monthly. There were loads of 'em on the front. Said in there, it takes about ninety mink to make a small ladies' glove.

Howard Moon:
That's because they're really crap at sewing.

Vince Noir:
[Vince laughs]

Howard Moon:
You like that?

Vince Noir:
That's quite good, yeah.