David Horton : Moving on. I have received an entry form for the Best Kept Village competition. Any thoughts?
Owen Newitt : Yes, tear it up.
David Horton : I beg your pardon?
Owen Newitt : Months of effort and what would we win? Some pointless poncy piece of paper saying : Dibley, Best Kept Village.
Jim Trott : No no no no, it's not just a bit of paper; it's a title, a trophy. It's a cheque for two hundred and forty thousand pounds, presented by the Duchess of Kent.
Geraldine Granger : No, that's Wimbledon, Jim.
Jim Trott : Yes, that is Wimbledon.
David Horton : Oh, come on. We did all right last year.
Geraldine Granger : We came fifty-fourth out of fifty-four!
David Horton : Is that right?
Geraldine Granger : Remember Denfield?
David Horton : Well, how could one forget those poor people?
Hugo Horton : Yes. Who would have believed a lorry-load of BSE-infected toxic waste would have crashed into a nuclear fuel tanker causing a crater two hundred feet wide and the evacuation of the entire village?
Geraldine Granger : And they came fifty-third.
David Horton : Point taken.
[crumples the form]
David Horton : Let's forget it.