Sir Herbert:
[pleads with Laurence, the ship's doctor]
If you could please just give me some tranquilizers...
Laurence Faggot:
Escape into drugs? Mask your fears in an artificial fog? Oh, surely you can't be serious.
Sir Herbert:
Oh, well... give me some decent English aspirin!
Laurence Faggot:
[pulls out a lit marijuana joint]
Here, Sir Herb, try this. It's just what the doctor ordered.
Sir Herbert:
What is it?
Laurence Faggot:
It's cannabis, Sir Herb.
[inhales, then, choked]
Laurence Faggot:
It'll tighten your wig.
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