amatesura:

Death: [half-heartedly] HO, HO, HO.

Albert: No, no, no! You’ve got put a bit more life in it, sir… Er, no offence intended. You’ve got to do a big fat laugh, sir. You’ve got to sound like you’re pissing brandy and you’re crapping plum pudding, sir… if you’ll pardon my Klatchian.