Bulldog Drummond: Tenny, what rhymes with married?

Tenny: Married, married? Harried, Sir!

Bulldog Drummond: No, no, no Tenny, harried doesn't go with married.

Tenny: You speak with the voice of inexperience sir!

Bulldog Drummond: [eyeing suspicious pub patron] If that fellow tries to follow us, dot him one.

Tenny: I shall bash him on the bazooka, sir.