NOPE you're all wrong, the key is to starkers stash of curried cabbage
Wot the effin' hell did ya go n' tell 'em that fer? Now ev'ry body knows whar I 'ides it! I can see it now, blaggards frum all o'er 'll be breakin' inta Admiral Gaylord's boudoir with putty to make copies... and some, them wots not so smart, 'll be tryin' ta put putty on tha pichure fer a copy.

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"Yes, Lord Smedley, this is the key to starkers' curried cabbage stash.... but you're not getting it... not if you want to sleep with me! I've heard you are an absolute demon when it comes to 'dutch ovens'.....so NO.... NO WAY.!"
Or...
"As your King, Viscount Smedley, I wish to advise, if you wish to remain at the palace, that your love affair with Lord Skinhit must end right now.... I rather fancy him myself."
Or...
You want me to what?, your Highness: "Yes, yes I will pull down Lord Skinhit's trousers at tonight's ball... but I don't think he will appreciate everyone seeing that he keeps a Congolese sucking fish in his pink 'hello kitty' underwear."
Or...
"Yes, doctor, I have been gay for as long as I can remember.... and I was always comfortable with my sexuality until... um, uh, until all the other boys started calling me Skinhit because... um, because I like to get my bottom smacked."
