The lemon-flavoured joy of being No. 1

Strauss: It feels fantastic, doesn't it, Carruthers? I'm seeing the world in a whole new way.

Carruthers: What feels fantastic, sir?

Strauss: Being No. 1, of course. Don't you feel it? It's like every little thing in life is suddenly coloured with joy.

Carruthers: I wouldn't know about that, sir. I'm just a humble butler, who despite an unchanging facial expression somehow expresses condescending amusement at his employer at all times.

Strauss: Even this water tastes better. It tastes sweeter somehow.

Carruthers: It's flavoured water. You never normally drink flavoured water, sir.

Strauss: It tastes like success.

Carruthers: If success tastes like elderflower and lemon, I'm sure you're right.

Strauss: This country is a wonderful place to be right now. How's your family, Carruthers? I never ask about your family.

Carruthers: Truth be told, we're struggling, sir. My salary is less than spectacular and Algernon and Bethany are being forced to make do with last year's croquet mallets.

Strauss: Ah, Algernon and Bethany. They're your dogs, right?

Carruthers: If you wish, sir.

Strauss: If only they understood the magnitude of our achievement in climbing to the top of the Test rankings, but I guess that's the curse of being a dog, isn't it? You can never appreciate the finer things in life.

Carruthers: I'll give them your good wishes when I tuck them into bed tonight.

Strauss: Carruthers, what's this I'm drinking again?

Carruthers: Elderflower- and lemon-flavoured water, sir.

Strauss: I feel that perhaps it is too sweet. Could you water it down a touch for me?

Carruthers: I could add some salt? The salt of 50-over underachievement, perhaps?

Strauss: I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that?

Carruthers: Nothing, sir. I didn't say a word. I was far too preoccupied with the dilution task with which you had entrusted me.

Strauss: Quite.

Bresnan: It's me! Is anyone going to get me a drink?

Des: Get out of it. Who do you think you are?

Bresnan: Well, I'm one part of the best Test team in the world.

Des: You're nowt but an ingrate, I tell thee. Comin' in 'ere and givin' it all that. Where were you?

Bresnan: When?

Des: On Saturday. It were Stan's birthday.

Stan: Aye, it were me birthday. Where were thee?

Des: His 60th, no less. Come on. Out with it. Where were thee?

Bresnan: Well, I was in Birmingham. We'd just beaten India to go top of the Test rankings.

Des: Ee, Stan, you 'eard this? Birmingham!

Stan: Birmingham!

Des: La-di-da, look at me, I think I'm so much better than everyone else. I'm going to go and live the high life in Birmingham, like I'm the king of fashion or summat.

Stan: Who does he think he is?

Des: On Stan's birthday, no less. Ingrate.

Stan: Ingrate.

Bresnan: Sorry.

Des: Aye, well sorry doesn't cut it, sonny.

Bresnan: How about a pint?

Des: Aye, go on then. Mine's a mild. Stan'll have a mixed.