A Bit of Fry and Laurie, Series 3

Fry:
Twenty-five years ago the doctors told your mother and me that it would be impossible for us ever to have children.

Laurie:
Oh, why not?

Fry:
I can't remember the exact reason; it was something to do with penises I think.

Laurie:
Yes, I drive a Vauxhall Nova Splash. Uh, it's a limited edition. I think they only made one and a half million of them.

Laurie:
Well, we had our first child on the NHS and had to wait nine months, can you believe it.

Laurie:
I've always been a Daily Mail reader. I prefer it to a newspaper.

Laurie:
[Walking away] No, I can't stop, I'm afraid. My wife is being towed away.

Fry:
In my dreams I've played snooker with Stephen Hendry. I've sung with Barbra Streisand and I've been to bed with Anneka Rice. In reality I've played snooker with Barbra Streisand, I've sung with Anneka Rice and I've been to bed with Stephen Hendry. Sometimes life can be even better than the dream.

Fry:
How may we serve?

Laurie:
Well, I was after a pair of shoes.

Fry:
Very well. I shall serve them first.

Fry:
Ah. I fancy I detect a wrinkle of concern on your otherwise smooth and toboggonable brow. Yes, your intimations are right. Business is not what it was. It is not even what it is. It may not even be what it will be.