Mr. Praline: Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about this 787 what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique.

Owner: Oh yes, the, uh, the 787 ...What's,uh...What's wrong with it?

Mr. Praline: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad. 'E's dead, that's what's wrong with it!

Owner: No, no, 'e's uh,...he's resting.

Mr. Praline: Look, matey, I know a dead 787 when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.

Owner: No no he's not dead, he's, he's restin'! Remarkable plane , the 787, idn'it, ay? Beautiful plumage!

Mr. Praline: The plumage don't enter into it. It's stone dead.

Owner: Nononono, no, no! 'E's resting!

Mr. Praline: All right then, if he's restin', I'll wake him up! (shouting at the cage) 'Ello, Mister Dreamliner! I've got a lovely fresh fuse for you if you show...


(with apologies to Monty Python)