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: Gentlemen, Mr. Jingle is the viper in our midst. Samuel Pickwick
: Viper? Nathaniel Winkle
: Viper, sir. Tracy Tupman
: Nonsense, Winkle. Samuel Pickwick
: Nonsense, Winkle. Augustus Snodgrass
: N-nonsense, Winkle. Nathaniel Winkle
: Very well, then... we shall see,
: [to Mr. Jingle
] Sir! I have only this to say to you, sir: I might have taken a greater avenge for the indignities which I suffered at your hands; but I will content myself with exposing you, sir - which is a duty I feel I owe to society. Mr. Jingle
: [to the others present
] Good fellow, Pickwick... fine heart... a stout old boy... but a little odd... slightly eccentric. Samuel Pickwick
: I will add this, sir: I consider you to be a ruffian, sir. And a rascal, sir. And worse than any man I've ever seen... or even heard of! Mr. Nupkins
: Sir! Do you admit you're an impostor? Mr. Jingle
: Never admit anything, sir... bad for liver.
[Pickwick is angry at Mrs. Bardell's lawyers over her breach of promise suit, and they are goading him
: Perhaps you'd like to call us swindlers, sir. Pray do so if you feel disposed, ah pray do, sir. Samuel Pickwick
: I do. You ARE swindlers. Dodson
: Very good. You'd better call us thieves, sir. Perhaps you'd like to asault one of us. Fogg
: Pray do so, if you would. We would make not the slightest resistance. Sam Weller
: [realizes what's happening and steps in to save Mr. Pickwick
] You just come away, sir. Battledore and shuttlecock's a *wery* good game... provided you ain't the shuttlecock and two lawyers ain't the battledores.