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• Sex is hardly a fitting subject for the dinner table.
  Or, indeed..._any_ table. ....Except perhaps a table at a brothel....
• I was the man of a thousand faces. So how did you come to choose the ugly mug you've got now, then?
  -- Percy and Edmund : Bee...
• Percy, the devil farts in my face once more. -- Edmund : Bee
• Percy tries to attract Edmund's attention to his comedy breasts) Aaarrggg.
  ..aarrgggg... Sorry, he's sick. Leprosy. Of the brain... -- Percy and Edmund : Bee...
• Gold! Pure gold! ...Are you sure? Yes, my lord. Behold.
  .. Percy...it's _green_. -- Percy and Edmund : Money...
• The fashion these days is towards the tiny... Well, in that case, Percy, you have the most fashionable brain in Britain.
  -- Percy and Edmund : Head...
• Of course, you know what your great discovery means, don't you Percy?
  Perhaps, my lord... That you, Percy, Lord Percy......
• 'Gloaters'...you really are a prat, aren't you Percy. -- Edmund : Head
• You're a sad, laughable figure, aren't you, Percy? -- Edmund : Head