Jeeves: I identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Mr. Wooster thinks Spinoza is a fictional detective in some penny dreadful and now I dream of kissing him under the moonlight.
Bertie: there are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, “Do trousers matter?”
Jeeves, already taking off his clothes: sir you’re so fucking stupid














