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* The exchange in "The Adventure of the Missing Lost Soul" with the (wilfully?) obtuse cabbie:
-->'''Lord Zimbabwe:''' Victoria, driver.\\
'''Cabbie:''' No, sir, it's Dennis.\\
'''Lord Zimbabwe:''' No, we wish to take a train.\\
'''Cabbie:''' Ooh, I can't carry one o'them, sir, I ain't got the room.\\
'''Lord Zimbabwe:''' My man, I am, like a malodorous doctor, rapidly losing patience. Must you be so obtuse?\\
'''Cabbie:''' Ooh, not sure, sir. As you can see by my flat cap, braces, and grubby face, I am in fact working class. Consequently I don't know what "obtuse" means. [[SesquipedalianLoquaciousness It is quite beyond the limits of my loquacity.]]\\
'''Lord Zimbabwe:''' Confound it! A silver crown to take us to Victoria Railway Station.\\
'''Cabbie:''' Oh, I can't afford that, sir.\\
'''Theremin:''' Allow me, sir. I speak the vernacular. Now listen up, you grumble-and-grunt. If you want your cobblers back, you'd better take this smash-and-grab to Victoria Station, or I'll cut off your night-flight-to-Venus and shove it up your Windsor-Casthole.\\
'''Cabbie:''' ''[{{Beat}}]'' About ten to three, guv.\\
''[*whack* as Theremin punches him out.]''\\
'''Lord Zimbabwe:''' Bravo, Theremin! Right, off we go.\\
''[Whip cracked, sound of hooves.]''\\
'''Lord Zimbabwe:''' Theremin, come back!
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-->'''Lord Zimbabwe:''' Victoria, driver.\\
'''Cabbie:''' No, sir, it's Dennis.\\
'''Lord Zimbabwe:''' No, we wish to take a train.\\
'''Cabbie:''' Ooh, I can't carry one o'them, sir, I ain't got the room.\\
'''Lord Zimbabwe:''' My man, I am, like a malodorous doctor, rapidly losing patience. Must you be so obtuse?\\
'''Cabbie:''' Ooh, not sure, sir. As you can see by my flat cap, braces, and grubby face, I am in fact working class. Consequently I don't know what "obtuse" means. [[SesquipedalianLoquaciousness It is quite beyond the limits of my loquacity.]]\\
'''Lord Zimbabwe:''' Confound it! A silver crown to take us to Victoria Railway Station.\\
'''Cabbie:''' Oh, I can't afford that, sir.\\
'''Theremin:''' Allow me, sir. I speak the vernacular. Now listen up, you grumble-and-grunt. If you want your cobblers back, you'd better take this smash-and-grab to Victoria Station, or I'll cut off your night-flight-to-Venus and shove it up your Windsor-Casthole.\\
'''Cabbie:''' ''[{{Beat}}]'' About ten to three, guv.\\
''[*whack* as Theremin punches him out.]''\\
'''Lord Zimbabwe:''' Bravo, Theremin! Right, off we go.\\
''[Whip cracked, sound of hooves.]''\\
'''Lord Zimbabwe:''' Theremin, come back!
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