Bottom, Series 3

Richie:
: You've been drinking, haven't you.

Eddie:
: How DARE you!! [He struggles to his feet] How...dare you accuse me of Drinkin-n-nins! Me, your oldest pal and matey! 'Ol Schkip! Old bus fart, tram ticket, one for the road bag-o-scratchings...[Leans on the telly, which crashes off it's stand onto the floor upside down]...whoops-a-daisy ...we'll keep a welcome in the...[leans on a side table, sending it crashing over]...parking Mister David childish Jensen. Me?! Drinkin-n-n-n-nins? Why I'll tear you limb from limb!! [Starts to assume fighting pose, both arms flailing wildly as he stumbles backwards against the window, gets caught up in the curtains and crashes to the ground.]

Richie:
: No, but you have though, haven't you?

Eddie:
: Yeah.