Mr. Tinklebury Snapdriver: I apply for a writ of tu quoque.
Mr. Bastin Hermitage: And I for a writ of sine mensis.
Cocklecarrot: Ah, that's better. That's more like the Law. I well remember in the case of the Pentagon Chemical Foodstuffs and Miss Widgeon versus Packbury's Weather Prophecies, Ltd., Captain Goodspeed intervening, a colleague of mine laid down that -- however, let us to the matter in hand. I understand, Mr. Hermitage, that you intend to call the Tellingby fire brigade. May I ask why?
Mr. Hermitage: They had been summoned to Mrs. Renton's house to extricate a child's head from between her chestnut fencing on a day when Mrs. Tasker arrived with the dwarfs. The chief of the brigade will tell us that Mrs. Tasker pushed the little men into the hall as soon as the maid, Agatha, had opened the door.
Fire Brigade Chief (from back of court): No, I won't!
(Consternation. Laughter. Cheers. An Asiatic carpet-seller is thrown out.)