I think an evening at The Crow

[after coming out of a field, Withnail hasn't closed the gate properly, and a bull walks through it. Withnail hands Marwood the bag of shopping and jumps over the wall to safety. Marwood stands there, petrified] Withnail:
[calmly]
Grab its ring. Keep your bag up. Outvie him. Isaac Parkin:
Hey, show no fear! Just run at it! Marwood:
Well, that can't be sensible, can it? The bastard's about to run at me! Isaac Parkin:
Well, it's randy! Marwood:
Yes, yeah, I know he is! Withnail:
[casually lighting a cigarette]
He wants to get down there and have sex with those cows. Marwood:
Shut up, Withnail! [the bull is scraping the ground with its front hoof, snorting] Isaac Parkin:
Run at it, shouting! Withnail:
Do as he says. Start shouting. He won't gore you. Marwood:
A coward you are, Withnail, an expert on bulls you are not! *Aaaaarggghhhh*! [he throws the shopping the air and it scatters in the mud. Screaming like a madman he moves towards the bull, which turns around and runs back through the gate. He slams it shut and slumps against it, shaken] Isaac Parkin:
Shut that gate and keep it shut! Withnail:
[cheerfully hopping back over the wall]
I think an evening at The Crow