Jake:
I might come and see you lads in the week. I might fetch you up a rabbit.
Withnail:
We don't want a rabbit, we want a pheasant.
Jake:
Listen, you young prat. I ain't got no pheasants, ain't got no birds. No more than you have.
Withnail:
Course you have, you're the poacher.
Jake:
[pointing an eel at him]
If I hear more words out of you, I'll put one of these here black pods on you.
Withnail:
Don't threaten me with a dead fish!
Jake:
Half dead he may be, but I'll come up after you, and I'll wake you up with a live one.
Withnail:
Sod your pheasants! You'll have to find us first.
Jake:
I know where you are, you're at Crow Crag. I've been watching you, especially you, prancing like a tit. You want working on, boy.
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