[Maître-D offers Mr Creosote an after-dinner mint]

It's only wafer thin.

Look. I couldn't eat another thing. I'm absolutely stuffed. Bugger off.

Oh, sir, just— just one.

All right. Just one.

Just the one, monsieur. Voilà. [places the mint in his mouth] Bon appétit! [dives behind a cordon as Mr Creosote swells up and explodes] Thank you, sir, and now here's the check.