Die nackte Wahrheit

Sonny MacGregor: I'm having a day's rough shooting and I want some bullets, please.

Gunsmith: Cartridges? Certainly, sir. Any particular make?

Sonny MacGregor: No, as long as they've got gunpowder in them.

Gunsmith: What bore?

Sonny MacGregor: Boar? No, no. A few rabbits, pheasants, small fry, you know.

Gunsmith: No, no, no, sir. Bore. B-O-R-E.

Sonny MacGregor: Bore!

[laughs]

Sonny MacGregor: Hmm?

Gunsmith: 12, 20 or 4-10?

Sonny MacGregor: Er... Definitely, yes.

Gunsmith: Well, which, sir?

Sonny MacGregor: Well, the largest you have, surely.

Gunsmith: 12-bore. How many, sir? 50?

Sonny MacGregor: No. No, I think you'd better make it a thousand.

Gunsmith: A thousand?

Sonny MacGregor: Yes.

Gunsmith: But didn't you say a day's rough shooting?

Sonny MacGregor: Yes, I did, er... and it may be pretty rough. On second thoughts, I think you'd better make it fifteen hundred, perhaps.