The Scarlet Pimpernel1999

Percy Blakeney:
Sir my most abject and humble apologies, I completely drowned your cravat. How can I possible make amends for such clumsiness?

Chauvelin:
It's of no consequents it's only a cravat.

Percy Blakeney:
Only a cravat? Oh, my dear sir. A cravat is the apotheosis of all neckwear. A cravat desigeshes a man of refinement from the merely ordinary it sneers at the severity of the stock. It is the only item of dress the expresses true individuality. And whether is be made of lace or silk or the finest loom it thrives on ingenuity, on originality, and above all on personality down to the last skilled of twist of bow or knot