— When Martin Luther nailed his protest up to the church door in 1517, he may not have realised the full significance of what he was doing, but four hundred years later, thanks to him, my dear, I can wear whatever I want on my John Thomas. And Protestantism doesn’t stop at the simple condom. Oh, no! I can wear French Tickers if I want.
— You what?
— French Ticklers, Black Mambos, Crocodile Ribs… Sheaths that are designed not only to protect but also to enhance the stimulation of sexual congress.
— Have you got on?
— Well, no… But I can go down the road any time I want and walk into Harry’s and hold my head up high, and say in a loud steady voice: ‘Harry I want you to sell me a condom. In fact, today I think I’ll have a French Tickler, for I am a Protestant.’

Toujours aussi hilarant. — Lui

Extrêmement british et effectivement très drôle par instants (même quand on l’a déjà vu, revu et rerevu), ce truc-là reste surtout  recommandable pour son caractère corrosif et mal-pensant, irrespectueux envers la bourgeoisie, l’armée et la connerie humaine en général. Miam miam.