Arthur: Well, old chap, thank you for
your biological hospitality.
Francis: *rolls eyes* Sex, you mean
sex, Angleterre.
Arthur: *blushes* R-right, that… I
say, look at the time!
Francis: And…he’s gone.
Arthur: Well, old chap, thank you for
your biological hospitality.
Francis: *rolls eyes* Sex, you mean
sex, Angleterre.
Arthur: *blushes* R-right, that… I
say, look at the time!
Francis: And…he’s gone.