First Class Travel

Malcolm: "I thought you said we were going first class"

Matthew: "No, I said we were going in the first class."

Malcolm: "Exactly! You know I get sick in cattle class, so go and sort me a ticket in the first class."

Matthew: "Are you trying to be clever?"

Malcolm: "No I'm trying to be sick!"

Matthew; "There is no first class travel, Malcolm. We're in the first class when we get to the Hound Show!"

Malcolm: "First Class? That's spot on."

Matthew: "Spot on? Where's Spot? He's my favourite hound, you know.
Is he in the cupboard?"