Withnail: Yeah, yeah. I feel as sick as a pike. I'm going to have to sit down.
*[ They sit at a bench in the park.] * I: You know what we should do? I say, you know what we should do? Withnail: How should I possibly know what we should do? What should we do? I: Get out of it for a while. Get into the countryside. Rejuvenate. Withnail: Rejuvenate! I'm in a park and I'm practically dead. What good's the countryside? What time is it? I: It's eight. Withnail: Fours hours to opening time. God help us. Have we got any embrocation? I: What for? Withnail: To rub on ourselves you fool. We'll cover ourselves in deep heat and get up against a radiator. Keep ourselves alive until twelve.
*[He spits.] * Withnail: Jesus, look at that. Apart from a raw potato that's the only solid to have passed my lips in the last sixty hours. I must be ill.
Spot on.
Withnail: Yeah, yeah. I feel as sick as a pike. I'm going to have to sit down.
*[ They sit at a bench in the park.] *
I: You know what we should do? I say, you know what we should do?
Withnail: How should I possibly know what we should do? What should we do?
I: Get out of it for a while. Get into the countryside. Rejuvenate.
Withnail: Rejuvenate! I'm in a park and I'm practically dead. What good's the countryside? What time is it?
I: It's eight.
Withnail: Fours hours to opening time. God help us. Have we got any embrocation?
I: What for?
Withnail: To rub on ourselves you fool. We'll cover ourselves in deep heat and get up against a radiator. Keep ourselves alive until twelve.
*[He spits.] *
Withnail: Jesus, look at that. Apart from a raw potato that's the only solid to have passed my lips in the last sixty hours. I must be ill.