T.N. Crumpetts : I say, Peter, would you care for another spot of tea?
Peter : No thanks, I have several spots allready.
T.N. Crumpetts : Eh, Carruthers, spray away...
[Carruthers begins spraying a scent into the air]
Micky : What's that?
T.N. Crumpetts : It's for atmosphere. Genuine London Mist spray. Also comes in roll-on, of course.
Davy : [fake Liverpudlian accent] Smells like Liverpool to me.
Davy : Curse you Red Baron!