Withnail And I -

: Monty, a man who famously prefers vegetables to flowers—calling the latter "prostitutes for the bees"—is easily swayed by Withnail’s dramatic lies.

Withnail, draped in a floor-length tweed coat that smelled of damp dog and desperation, didn't look up from the bottle of lighter fluid he was eyeing with dangerous curiosity. “It’s not sweat, it’s character,” he barked, his eyes wide and bloodshot. “We are actors, Marwood! We are meant to suffer. Though I admit, I’d prefer to suffer in a room that doesn't smell like a dead Irishman’s socks.” The Plan for Salvation Withnail and I

“I can’t breathe in here, Withnail,” Marwood croaked, his voice thin from a week of toast and cheap gin. “The walls are sweating. I think the sink is developing a sentient consciousness.” : Monty, a man who famously prefers vegetables

: Monty arrives unexpectedly, not for the fresh air, but with a romantic obsession for Marwood, leading to a night of terrifyingly polite pursuits and frantic fabrications. The Bitter Apotheosis “We are actors, Marwood