[Withnail and Marwood are lying in bed together, listening to a man coming inside the cottage. Withnail is cowering under the covers]
Withnail:
[whispering]
He's going into your room. It's you he wants. Offer him yourself.
[the bedroom door slowly opens and the intruder enters with a torch]
Withnail:
[screwing his eyes shut in terror, moaning]
We mean no harm!
Monty:
Oh, my boys, my boys, forgive me.
Marwood:
[relieved]
Monty! Monty, Monty!
Withnail:
*Monty, you terrible cunt*!
Monty:
Forgive me, it was inconsiderate of me not to have telegrammed.
Withnail:
*What are you doing prowling around in the middle of the fucking night*?
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