- [Bertie is driving all-out to the hall to avert disaster]
- Reginald Jeeves: [shouting over the engine and the wind] Your pardon, sir?
- Bertie Wooster: [shouting] What is it, Jeeves?
- Reginald Jeeves: The speedometer indicates that we are traveling in excess of 90 miles per hour!
- Bertie Wooster: Good lord! Is that all?
- [accelerates]
- [Bertie has been caught red-handed]
- Aunt Agatha Gregson: Bertie! I want an explanation!
- Bertie Wooster: Well...
- [Jeeves enters, disguised by a trench coat, fedora, and huge fake moustache]
- Reginald Jeeves: All right, Scotland Yard. I'm looking for one Bertram Wilberforce Wooster.
- Aunt Agatha Gregson: Scotland Yard!
- Bertie Wooster: Uh, that's me.
- Reginald Jeeves: Then I'm arresting you, Bertram Wilberforce Wooster, in connection with the use of an illegal golf club. Will you come quietly?
- Bertie Wooster: [under his breath] Brilliant! That is brilliant!
- Reginald Jeeves: Now, none of that, if you please, sir! This way.
- Aunt Agatha Gregson: [as he leads Bertie out] Scotland Yard! Oh, the shame of it!