Man and Vendor in “Live from the Grill-o-Mat”

Good morning, I'd care to purchase a chicken, please.

Don't come here with that posh talk, you nasty, stuck-up twit!

I beg your pardon?

A chicken, sir? Certainly. Here we are.

Thank you. And how much does that come to per pound, my good fellow?

Per pound, you slimy trollop? What kind of a ponce are you?

I'm sorry?

Four and six a pound, sir. Nice and ready for roasting.

I see. And I'd care to purchase some stuffing in addition, please.

Use your own, you great poofy poll-nagger!

What?

Certainly, sir, some stuffing.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, "thank you", says the great queen, like a la-di-da pooftah!

I beg your pardon?

That's alright, sir, call again!

Excuse me...

What is it now, you great pillock?!

I can't help but notice that you insult me, and then you're polite to me, alternately.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry to hear that, sir!

Oh, that's all right. It doesn't really matter.

Tough titty if it did, you nasty, spotted prancer!