There's a man over there that doesn't like the perfume, the big one. Don't look, don't...

Marwood: There's a man over there that doesn't like the perfume, the big one. Don't look, don't look! We're in danger, we've got to get out. Withnail: What are you talking about? Marwood: I've been called a ponce. Withnail: [cockily] What fucker said that? [the man who called Marwood a ponce gets up and walks over to them. He is even taller than Withnail and much more burly. Withnail freezes in terror with a mouthful of pie] Irishman: I called him a ponce. And now I'm calling you one. Ponce! Withnail: [smiling] Would you like a drink? Irishman: [ripping Withnail's tartan scarf off his neck] What's your name, MacFuck? Withnail: I have a heart condition. I have a heart condition, if you hit me it's murder. Irishman: I'll murder the pair of yers! Withnail: [eyes filling with tears] My wife is having a baby. Listen, I don't know what my f... acquaintance did to upset you but it's nothing to do with me. I suggest you both go outside and discuss it sensibly, in the street. [Withnail suddenly runs out of the pub, so does Marwood] Withnail: *Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrggghhh*!