Waiting for God1990

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Diana:
Well, thank God for the mad burghers of Brussels.

Tom:
Why are they mad?

Diana:
Well, the great crested newt is only rare in Europe; in England, we've got millions of the little sods. But nowadays it's the same law for everyone. Damn silly, but worth exploiting if you can.

Tom:
You're such a wicked old tart.

Diana:
I am. And speaking of newts, why don't we go and indulge in one of their favourite pastimes?

Tom:
What's that?

Diana:
I'll give you a clue: mine's a double.

Tom:
Hah! Double hernias. That sounds fun. Taxi!