Woman: (Switching the radio off) Liberal rubbish. Klaus, What do you want with your jugged fish?
Man: Halibut.
Woman: The jugged fish is halibut.
Man: Well, what fish have you got that isn’t jugged?
Woman” Rabbit.
Man: What? Rabbit fish?
Woman: Yes. It’s got fins.
Man: Is it dead?
Woman: Well, it was coughing up blood last night.
Man: All right I’ll have the dead unjugged rabbit fish.
[ONE DEAD UNJUGGED RABBIT FISH LATER]
Man: Well that was really horrible.
Woman: You’re always complaining.
Man: What’s for afters?
Woman: Well there’s rat cake; rat sorbet; rat pudding; or strawberry tart.
Man: Strawberry tart?!
Woman: Well, it’s got some rat in it.
Man: How much?
Woman: Three... Rather a lot, really.
Man: Well, I’ll have a slice without so much rat in it.
There's another dead bishop on the landing vicar sergeant!
[ONE SLICE OF STRAWBERRY TART WITHOUT SO MUCH RAT IN IT LATER]
Man: Appalling.
Woman: Moan, moan, moan.