[After Jeremy finishes talking about his Lamborghini Gallardo Superleggera]
Well yeah, I suppose it is if you're a fat, middle-age bloke who wants to bore everybody about the track days you've been on. As you'd expect, I've done it properly and got myself a proper, gentleman's racer; the Aston Martin V8 Vantage N24.
[Upon inspection of James' Aston Martin V8 Vantage N24]
James... that is just a racing car!
It hasn't got anything in it at all! It doesn't even have a passenger seat!
This isn't just some road car Porsche with a bit of scaffolding in the back. It's two hundred and fifty kilograms lighter than the standard car! That's the weight of a big motorcycle.
So, you've got no radio...
James, you have got a car with no air conditioning, in the south of France, in the middle of summer.
It's better than that! His windows don't open!
[As Richard's dampervan creates plumes of white smoke]
It is like the West Indian dope smoking team practising in the car.
[Cue to Richard, a large smile on his face]
[Richard drops his Porsche pipe]
I've spun off in me Porsche, look at that!
Mine won't start properly.
No, of course it won't. It's a Porsche, persevere.
[Jeremy puts the wrong end of his pipe in his mouth]
No, what are you doing, man! No! Other way round, you - ah!
It's a 911 Porsche, hot bit goes at the back.
[To Jeremy] You don't look right with that, but have you noticed [clears throat] over my shoulder? [Indicates May, who looks like he's enjoying a quiet day in the smoking room of a Victorian gentlemen's club.]
[...]
[Using his pipe to point at Hammond] I'll tell you something...
I haven't actually got anything to tell you, but I just wanted to point at you with my pipe, like pipe smokers. [Points with his pipe at Clarkson] And I'll tell you something else.
[Clarkson burns his tongue with his pipe]
[Richard, James and audience laugh]
[Due to the lit tobacco on his tongue, it rather sounded like 'Dat's not gonn woll!', causing even more laughter.]
Jeremy... hold on! Jeremy...
'Cube we a winit. ["'Scuse me a minute" with burning tobacco in his mouth.]
[Clarkson gets up and goes off-camera to spit out the tobacco, amid audience hilarity, then returns to his seat giggling helplessly.]
Can I - can I just get quite clear, what you just did as a grown man was light a pipe and put the wrong end of it in your mouth.
[Clarkson is still cracking up and can't answer him.]
What're you like on Bonfire Night? You bloody idiot.
[After James' Triumph Herald sank for the final time]
James' Herald was now beyond repair, fortunately, Jeremy was on hand to comfort him.
[Revs engine and splashes James with water]