Peacock
What a mess this wretch has got me in.
(Worthy returns with several soldiers.)
Sergeant Slaughter
What is it, sir?
Jeremy
Arrest that man.
Peacock
Sir, I beg you to pardon him.
Flem
We both ask you.
Jeremy (folding his arms) It upsets me, gentlemen, not to be able to do as you wish. But, when it comes to punishing infractions of military rules, I am inexorable.
Peacock
I will cure your asthma.
Jeremy
I should look to my pension.
Flem
I'll furnish you all the medicine you need for your old age.