Not really back. But I did watch John Schlesinger's film Cold Comfort Farm last night, and thought I'd share some choice lines, totally taken out of context, nabbed from IMDb.
Mrs. Smiling: It's bad to be dewy-eyed around smart people, but you can always secretly despise them.
Amos Starkadder: Seth, drain the well. There's a neighbor missing.
Amos Starkadder: You know what it's like when you burn your hand, taking a cake out of the oven, or lighting one of them godless cigarettes? And it stings with a fearful pain, aye? And you run to clap a bit of butter on it to take the pain away, aye? Well, I'll tell ye, there'll be no butter in hell!
Mybug: I do seem somewhat soaked in nature's fecund blessing.
Mybug: Miss Poste! Miss Poste! I'm engorgingly in love with you!
Flora Poste: Nature's all very well in her place, but she musn't be allowed to make things untidy.
Mrs. Smiling: In fact, when poetry is combined with ill-groomed hair and eccentric dress, it's generally fatal.
It's very British, as you probably guessed from the quotes. I'm sure I'll be using "There'll be no butter in hell!" as my slogan soon.