Emma Thompson: You see? They can hear nothing but normal radio output! Your plan has failed, Don Mackelwaine!
Hugh Laurie: Wrong, Jenny Flemisto! They're listening to us now!
Emma Thompson: What! How? How did you -- no one could have interfered with my broadcast projection like that! No one! Unless--
Hugh Laurie: Unless they had taken Floric-19, too? Yes! You've met your match, Jenny Flemisto! Meet--
*DUNH DUNH DUNNNHHH*
Barry Cryer: Barry Cryer!
Emma Thompson: But you--! I--! That is I--!
Barry Cryer: Following the instructions on your lab tapes I formulated the serum and injected myself with it!
Emma Thompson: I--! That is you--! I never--! They--! But surely--!
Barry Cryer: Instead of turning into a woman, I turned into Barry Cryer! I may have left out some vital ingredient, but don't underestimate me! I am packed with strange powers! Amongst my supernatural gifts, I have the remarkable ability to find something suggestive and naughty in anything you say!
Emma Thompson: But that's extraordinary!
Barry Cryer: Extraordinary? At my age it's a miracle!
Emma Thompson: But it's horrifying!
Barry Cryer: It is horrifying, isn't it? I'll put it away! There, you see what I mean? A lewd ambiguity for every occasion!
Emma Thompson: You're having me on.
Barry Cryer: No, but it's an idea.
Emma Thompson: You can keep this up indefinitely?
Barry Cryer: Are you sure you want me to answer that?
Emma Thompson: All right, if you can twist any remark I might make, try this! Er ... buttercup!
Barry Cryer: Buttock up, buttock down! Buttock up, buttock down! And rest. Thank you madam!
Emma Thompson: Curses, that was too easy! I'll try another. Anti-tank missile!
Barry Cryer: You flatter me. But you should see it when it's angry!
Emma Thompson: I don't get it.
Barry Cryer: I'll soon put a stop to that!
Emma Thompson: My God, you have actually become Barry Cryer! You double-entendres are staggering!
Barry Cryer: Only when I cough.
Emma Thompson: Well if you really are Barry Cryer, would you mind signing this? It's for my children.
Barry Cryer: I don't remember ordering any children!
Emma Thompson: I can have them biked over to you tomorrow. The youngest is allergic to eggs. Apart from that, they should be no trouble. Please sign for them, there's a dotted line on the bottom, there.
Barry Cryer: There's a novelty!
Emma Thompson: Well, quite!
-Written by Stephen Fry and Shamelessly Transcribed by The Gneech