The Young Ones : (l-r) Rick, Vvvyan, Neil, Mike
- extract below
[Rick starts yelling like a baby, whilst Vyvyan lights a Molotov cocktail]
Vyvyan: It's funny, but being ill makes me lose my usual tolerant and easygoing approach to communal living.
[Vyvyan throws the Molotov cocktail into Rick's bedroom, which explodes]
Rick: Oh, well, how ruddy considerate, Vyvyan. Thank you very much!
Neil: Yeah, thanks, Vyv. That petrol bomb's really cleared my sinuses.
Vyvyan: Why aren't you dead?!
Rick: I'm not prepared to discuss it with you, Vyvyan. You will be hearing from my solicitors in the morning. I'm going to write to my MP.
[takes out paper and pencil]
Neil: You haven't got an MP, Rick. You're an anarchist.
Rick: Oh. Well, then I shall write to the lead singer of Echo and the Bunnymen! (...)
[writing] Dear Mr. Echo....
A Person Looks At A Work Of Art/
someone looks at something ...
LOGOS/HA HA
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A Person Looks At A Work Of Art/
LOGOS/HA HA
detail
A Person Looks At A Work Of Art/
someone looks at something ...
LOGOS/HA HA
detail
A Person Looks At A Work Of Art/
LOGOS/HA HA
detail
A Person Looks At A Work Of Art/
someone looks at something ...
LOGOS/HA HA
LOGOS/HA HA