In 1986, ITV comedy programme Spitting Image (a sketch show acted out by caricature puppets of famous people) broadcast a sketch featuring a phone call between Oliver Reed and Peter O'Toole after a nights roistering...
(phone rings)
Reed: Hello?
O'Toole: 023...0923. That is your number?
Reed: What? Ohh... O'Toole!
O'Toole: Oliver Reed! By my beard! Tell me, was I with you last night?
Reed: Huhuhuhurr! Indubitably! We quaffed a few... aswerve... and quaffed and quaffed again.
O'Toole: Well the damndest thing! I appear to have lost me leg.
Reed: Yes! You bet it!
O'Toole: I what?
Reed: You lost your leg in a wager (holds up a severed leg).
O'Toole: What bloody wager?
Reed: You bet you could piddle on Nelson from one of the lions...(throws leg away).
O'Toole: What about the sex change operation?
Reed: Ah... you... noticed.
O'Toole: Noticed! I woke up this morning with a hangover and a pair of titties! I'm a bloody woman, Oliver! Me didgeridoo's been turned inside out!
Reed: It was... double or quits...
O'Toole: Why didn't you stop me?
Reed: I fancied a quickie.
O'Toole: My God! You didn't have me?
Reed: 'Course I had you, wench! You were a womannn!
O'Toole: I think I'm going to be sick again...
Reed: Again?
O'Toole: Yes... I think I'm having a baby.
Reed: Oh, what a night! It shall be etched bold in legend wherever men revel and quaff!
O'Toole: Good God! What am I gonna do? Once I was Peter O'Toole... now I'm Peter No-Tool. A one-legged, pregnant, single woman!!
Reed: Pity the GLC (Greater London Council) has been disbanded ... you could have had a grant....
O'Toole: What am I going to tell people?
Reed: Tell them...? Just tell them you went for a drink... with Ollie Reed! Hah!
