Eric Sykes credited as playing...
Rumbelow
- Rumbelow: You're paying 75 guineas a week, so we'll put you in hut number 29.
- J. Barker-Rynde, PI: Hut?
- Rumbelow: Mr. Rynde, I'm asking the questions. Are you single by choice?
- J. Barker-Rynde, PI: Oh, indubitably. My profession has somewhat prejudiced me against wedding bells.
- Rumbelow: [as he writes on the form] A misogynistic ornithologist.
- J. Barker-Rynde, PI: Whaaat?"
- Rumbelow: I've got you down on my form as a misogynist.
- J. Barker-Rynde, PI: [Mumbling] What is that?
- Rumbelow: You hate women.
- J. Barker-Rynde, PI: Well, I hate getting up in the morning, but I'm not bed-ridden.
- Rumbelow: Married?
- J. Barker-Rynde, PI: No.
- Rumbelow: Why not?
- J. Barker-Rynde, PI: Did you marry?
- Rumbelow: No.
- J. Barker-Rynde, PI: Why not?
- Rumbelow: Your age.
- J. Barker-Rynde, PI: My age?
- Rumbelow: Oh, come on. We're not going to be feminine about this, are we?
- J. Barker-Rynde, PI: Oh, well, bound down 32.
- Rumbelow: Well, that disposes of your age, or some of it.
- Rumbelow: We'll start you off with parsnip pulp and carrot juice before gradually working you up to grass salads.
- Rumbelow: You hate women.
- J. Barker-Rynde, PI: Well, I hate getting up in the morning but I'm not bedridden.
- Rumbelow: Don't look so alarmed, Mr. Rynde. We've had worse cases and pulled 'em through. We are going to take your poor abused body and wring it out and start all over again.
- J. Barker-Rynde, PI: You're not, you know.
- Rumbelow: Mr. Rynde...
- J. Barker-Rynde, PI: Captain, and I like my body the way it is.
- Rumbelow: Put out your tongue.
- J. Barker-Rynde, PI: Huh?
- Rumbelow: Tongue... oooh, nasty! Eyes? Tch, tch, tch. Good heavens, I don't know how you can see out of them.
- J. Barker-Rynde, PI: [When Rumbelow twists his head] Ahh!
- Rumbelow: You got as much stiffness as rigor mortis. You've come to us just in time, Mr. Rynde. We are the handmaidens of mother nature. We'll soon have you in working order. I'll put you down for the lot, I think.