You'll never hear me say otherwise. We're as mad as they come.

[He shoots Ron a wink, then moves to start up another pot of tea. 'course George went and finished the first on his own. What a tosser.]

Suppose you might be lucky on that one, at any rate. I've no problem admitting I'm lousy at drawings, and George's been making friends with the loo all day. Night? Whatever the bloody Hell it is.