Harry and Frank drive past the 'real' Albert Memorial on their way to collect Albert's body.
It's against my licence to carry a corpse... or a rabid dog, come to think of it.
Frank: Fine, I'll order a mini-cab!
Harry: All right, all right. But if they catch us, they'll certify us. How would you like to spend the rest of your life in a padded cell?
Frank: No ...