Vampire: You think you can fight me?
Bertie: W-well, not as such, no. But, you see, the Code of the Woosters dictates that children must be protected.
No matter how insufferable they can be…we Woosters will defend them to the end!
Vampire: Suit yourself. I could use a snack.
Bertie: I say!
Th-this is rather unladylike of you, isn’t it?
Vampire: Wait…this isn’t monofilament! It’s piano wire!
Arthur: Everybody out!
Vampire: Take your hands off me!
Dahlia: Come on, Eustace.
Eustace: But — but…!
Bertie: Go, Walter! Hurry!
Walter: Don’t be stupid! I gotta help!
Integra: Why is there a crowd of drunken revelers in my mansion?
Erin: ‘Cause your artist just turned old enough to buy beer.
You’re hot when you’re angry.
Integra: That’s the alcohol talking.
Erin: Oh, no, I say this sober all the time!
Vampire: How do you know Jeeves?
Bertie: Uh, he’s my valet. My gentleman’s personal gentleman, you know.
Vampire: Where is he?
Bertie: Er. Well. As it happens, I’m not entirely sure…
Vampire: Then I’ll make him show himself.
Narration: The next day I didn’t see Arthur until dinner, and I wasn’t going to make a scene before all of Anatole’s delicious courses had been served.
But Jeeves is so impressive that he can commandeer a conversation even when he’s nowhere nearby.
Dahlia: Bertram is a bit of a writer, aren’t you, dear? Why don’t you share one of your Jeeves stories?
Bertie: Oh, Aunt Dahlia, I really don’t think–
Mystery woman: Did you say Jeeves?
Narration: Between Arthur and Walter, I managed to make it through the day. But I had the most awful time of it, I tell you! By evening, I was waiting on the doorstep.
Walter: You okay, Mr. Wooster?
Bertie: Jeeves went on an errand this morning, and hasn’t been back. I’m a bit worried.
Walter: Don’t be stupid! There’s nothin’ Jeeves can’t handle.
Bertie: Nothing in the field of valeting, at least. But he’s only human!
Arthur: Okay, I have a confession to make. I sent your man Jeeves off on a little personal errand of mine.
Bertie: Oh! Well, I suppose that’s all right.
Arthur: Anything I can do for you while he’s away?
Bertie: Er…I don’t suppose you could help with my collar and tie? Walter’s been learning the tricks of the valet trade, but…
…for this job he’s a little, well, little.
Arthur: Say no more!