Withnail: You've got soup. Why don't I get any soup?
Withnail: Why don't you drink out of a cup like any other human being?
Marwood: Why don't you wash up occasionally like any other human being?
Withnail: How dare you! how dare you call me inhumane!
Marwood: I didn't call you inhumane. You merely imagined it. Calm down.
Withnail: Right you fucker, I'm going to do the washing up!
Marwood: No no you can't. It's impossible I swear it. I've looked into in. Listen to me listen to me. There are things in there, there's a tea-bag growing. You haven't slept in sixty hours you're in no state to tackle it. Wait till the morning we'll go in together.
Withnail: This is the morning. Stand aside!
Marwood: You don't understand. I think there may be something alive.
Withnail: What do you mean, a rat?
Marwood: It's possible, it's possible.
Withnail: Then the fucker will rue the day!