All right here? What do you want? Cake. All right here? No, we're closing in a minute....

[They drunkenly barge into some tearooms] Withnail: [pointing at a table] All right here? Waitress: What do you want? Withnail: Cake. All right here? Waitress: No, we're closing in a minute. Withnail: We're leaving in a minute. [he sits down and picks up a menu] Withnail: We want cake and tea. Tea Shop Proprietor: Didn't you hear? She said she'd closed. What do you want in here? Withnail: Cake. What's it got to do with you? Tea Shop Proprietor: I happen to be the proprietor. Now, would you leave? Withnail: Ah! I'm glad you're the proprietor, I was gonna have to have a word with you anyway. We're working on a film up here. Locations, see. We might wanna do a film in here. Tea Shop Proprietor: You're drunk. Marwood: Just bring out the cakes. Withnail: Cake and fine wine. Waitress: If you don't leave, we'll call the police. Withnail: Balls! We want the finest wines available to humanity. And we want them here, and we want them now! Tea Shop Proprietor: Miss Blennerhassett, telephone the police. Marwood: [with his mouth full] All right, Miss Blennerhassett, I'm warning you, if you do, you're fired. We are multimillionaires. We shall buy this place and fire you immediately. Withnail: Yes, we'll buy this place and we'll install a fucking jukebox in here and liven all you stiffs up a bit! Tea Shop Proprietor: The police, Miss Blennerhassett. Just say there are a couple of drunks in the Penrith tearooms and we want them removed. Marwood: We are not drunks, we are multimillionaires! Tea Shop Proprietor: Hurry up, Mabs. We'll keep them here til they arrive. Withnail: You won't keep us anywhere. We'll buy this place and have it knocked down! [Monty's Rolls-Royce pulls up outside the window] Marwood: [pulling back the lace curtain] 'S alright, 's alright, s'alright... We're going, our car has arrived! Withnail: [staggering out] We'll be back. We're coming back in here.