Stephen Fry: My prep school tailors were called Gorringe, funnily enough. We’d get our uniforms made.
Sean Lock: You had a tailor? You had a tailor! For that suit you wear when you’re five! Were you born in the 1850s? “Measure up, young Sir! For you shorts and caps.”
Stephen Fry: It was the school outfitter.
Sean Lock: All right. A tailor. “Which … which side does young Sir dress on?” “Well … ” “There’s nothing for me to worry about.”
Alan Davies: He should know; that’s written on the toilet walls!
Sean Lock: “Would you like to get measured up for shorts?”
Bill Bailey: “Would Sir like to wear a cravat on the cross-country run?”
Stephen Fry: Oh, you all are such beasts!
Sean Lock: “Sir, I suggest a cummerbund for geography … “
Stephen: Finally, we plunge into the land that knowledge forgot. Daviesland. The place we call General Ignorance.