(or probably, why I like P.G. Wodehouse)
Jeeves, the impeccably proper valet, to his master lying in bed with a pillow smushed onto his head: "Good morning, Mr Wooster."
Wooster, unhappily moving the pillow, impatient and squinting at Jeeves: "What? What's the time?"
Jeeves: "Ten past nine, sir."
Wooster, unamused and sarcastic: "Ten past nine?! Is the building on fire?"
Jeeves (straight): "Not that I've been informed, sir; no. Mr. Finknottle is here to see you, sir."
Wooster, explaining with sharpness and no patience: "Jeeves -- I'm not awake. I've not had my tea and yet you--you bring me Fink nottles. Is this a time for Fink- or any other kind of nottle?"
(S1.E6 "Hunger Strike")
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