Douglas: You know Arthur, our destination has a very familiar name...
Arthur: Abu Dhabi?
Douglas: No...
Arthur: Boston?
Douglas: No...
Arthur: Cremona!
Douglas: Arthur, are you just going through the alphabet?
Arthur: Yeah, I am actually -
Douglas: Of course you are. But, seeing as our destination is in Ireland, I doubt it's any of those.
Arthur: Well, what is Douglas?
Douglas: Now, put another comma in that sentence and you're correct; we're going to Douglas in Ireland.
Arthur: ...
Douglas: Are you alright?
*Door opens, then closes*
Martin: Morning.
Douglas: Good morning, Martin.
Arthur: ...
Martin: Arthur? Arthur, a-are you alright?
Arthur: ...
Martin: Douglas, what did you do to Arthur? Successfully found his off button?
Douglas: Sorry to disappoint Martin, but no. I told him we were going to Douglas and he just... froze.
Martin: Why on earth -?
*Chair knocked over, startled yell from Martin*
Arthur: Brilliant! We know a saint!
Martin: ...
Douglas: ...
Martin: I know that would make great sense to you Arthur, but would you mind explaining?
Arthur: Well, they name places after saints, don't they? Like... Ottery St Mary and places like that.
Martin: Arthur, Douglas isn't a -
Douglas: *Overly dramatic* Oh, my cover is blown. My dear Arthur, you have been far too clever for me.
Arthur/Martin: Really!?/Douglas, no!
Douglas: Oh, my son -
Martin: Douglas, get you're hands off my face.
Arthur: And Martin's you're son! BRILLIANT!
Douglas: Er, no Arthur -
Martin: *Groan* Oh, God. You're going to hell, Douglas.
Douglas: No, I'm good friends with Saint Peter.
Martin: *Muttering* That's not even how it works...
Douglas: *Whispering* And how would you know?
Martin: I - I -
Arthur: I can't believe we work with a saint, Skip!
*Door opens, then shuts*
Carolyn: What's all this about saints?
Arthur: Mum! Douglas is a saint!
Carolyn: Oh, Lord...
Martin: Arthur, Douglas is having you on. He isn't a saint, he's more likely to be the next king of hell...
Douglas: Now Martin, you need to have a little faith -
Carolyn: Douglas, stop this nonsense. Arthur, the closest thing we have to a saint is a Martyr; and that's Martin. Douglas steals, he lies, he cheats and he calls himself a Sky God; if he's a saint, I'm the Easter Bunny.
Arthur: Oh. That would be -!
Martin, Douglas and Martin: Brilliant?
Arthur: Yeah!
