Basil
[Basil brings in three sailors]
Austin, these men were assigned to guard your father. [to the sailors] Okay, chaps. Chins up, trousers down. [to Austin] I think we may have found a clue.
Austin
[The sailors pull down their pants, and Austin is shocked to see what they have exposed]
Cor blimey! All your privates have had their privates painted gold! How bizarre! Imagine, gilded tally-whackers, golden wedding tackle, 14-karat trouser snakes.
Basil
That's enough.
Austin
Okay. Basil, there's only one person in the world who truly understands the psychology of a madman.