There is only one thing in the world worse than being witty, and that is not being witty.
[the assembled party erupts into laughter, except for Wilde, who looks somewhat annoyed]
You will, Oscar, you will.
[the party erupts into laughter again]
Your Majesty, have you met James McNeill Whistler?
PAPrince Albert Edward
Yes, we played squash together.
There is only one thing worse than playing squash together, and that is playing it by yourself.
[the party remains silent, as Wilde's remark fails to elicit laughter]
I wish I hadn't said that.
You did, Oscar, you did. [more laughter from the party]
'
Your Highness, you are also like a stream of bat's piss.
PAPrince Albert Edward
[insulted] What?!
[gesturing towards Wilde] It was one of Wilde's, one of Wilde's.
[shouting] It sodding was not! It was Shaw!
GBGeorge Bernard Shaw
[taken aback] I-I merely meant, Your Majesty, that you shine out like a shaft of gold, when all around is dark.
[to Whistler] Right! Right?
[looking at Shaw] Smart arse.
Your Majesty is like a dose of clap.
Before you arrive is pleasure, and after is a pain in the dong.
PAPrince Albert Edward
[outraged] WHAT?!
Wilde and Whistler: One of Shaw's, one of Shaw's.
GBGeorge Bernard Shaw
...you bastards! Um, what I meant, Your Majesty...what I meant...
GBGeorge Bernard Shaw
[stammering] I merely meant--
[shouting] COME ON, SHAW-RY!
Let's have a bit of the old wit then, Bern!
[frustrated, Shaw blows a raspberry; the entire party erupts with laughter, as Prince Albert Edward approaches Shaw to shake his hand]