[Shakespeare and his men are selling collected lightning bolts to Ferdy, their fence]
Captain Shakespeare:
So! Name your best price.
Ferdy the Fence:
For 10,000 bolts?
Captain Shakespeare:
10,000 bolts of finest quality Grade A.
Ferdy the Fence:
Yeah, but it's difficult to shift, isn't it? Difficult to store. If I get the revenue man in here sniffing around. Uhmmm... Best price: 150 Guineas.
Captain Shakespeare:
[to his crew]
Gentlemen, put the merchandise back on board and prepare to sail.
Ferdy the Fence:
Whoa, whoa! Hold on. Hold on. One minute, Cuddles. 160? 160.
Captain Shakespeare:
Seeing as I'm feeling particularly generous today, I'll settle for 200.
Ferdy the Fence:
200? Okay, you're having a laugh.
[Ferdy laughs]
Ferdy the Fence:
Have you had your head in that? Has he been staying up where the air's too thin?
Captain Shakespeare:
[darkly]
You're being very rude.
Ferdy the Fence:
Not any more.
Captain Shakespeare:
200.
Ferdy the Fence:
180.
Captain Shakespeare:
200.
Ferdy the Fence:
That's not negotiation! I'm changing my number! 185.
Captain Shakespeare:
Did I hear 200?
Ferdy the Fence:
From you, you did. Yeah.
Captain Shakespeare:
You said 200?
Ferdy the Fence:
If I did, you're a ventriloquist. Okay, 195. Final offer.
Captain Shakespeare:
195 it is.
[they shake hands to seal the deal]
Captain Shakespeare:
So, with sales tax, that's... let's see... 200.
Ferdy the Fence:
[resignedly]
Brilliant. Put it in the back.