Jekyll

Hyde:
I can smell your sweat. [sniffs air] Vegetarian. [sniffs air] Ruff! You've got a dog. Woof woof! Two dogs, big dogs. I vant to say Alsatian...

Peter:
Is he correct, Colonel Hart?

Colonel Hart:
Yes sir, he's correct

Hyde:
[puts finger on Colonel Hart's face then licks his finger] Mmm! Tasty! 57 years old. Ex-smoker. Gave up two years ago... [checks the taste in his mouth] Yep, two years ago, two years... [looks down, voice growing softer] ...and too late. It's started already, hasn't it? Rustling away down there, growing in the dark. Hello Mr. Tumor, goodbye daylight. [beat][perkily] Am I right?!

Peter:
Is he right, Colonel Hart?

Colonel Hart:
Yes sir, he's right.

Hyde:
'Course I'm right! Two years, I'd say, then it's night night Colonel Cancer. [mock salutes] Sir!

Claire:
Stop that!

Hyde:
Oh ohhh, it's the missus!