Alfred:
Do you remember that, Arthur? The first night we met?
Arthur:
Remember? How could I possibly forget? You barged through the door, introduced yourself as the man who was going to save England, then proceeded to drink an entire bottle of bourbon, attempt to start a fight with a chair, and then ended the night by passing out on top of the bar.
Alfred:
I was in a good mood that night... I'd just fallen in love.
Arthur:
That is embarrassingly sentimental.
Alfred:
Why are you smiling like that then?
Arthur:
I'm laughing at you.
Alfred:
No you're not.
Arthur:
Shut up Alfred.