“Make them sit in the Comfy chair.”
Oh no! Not the Comfy Chair! (Cue Monty Python)
No, cue Blade Runner ... Pris: “Then we’re stupid and we’ll die.”
Ximinez [with a cruel leer]: Now -- you will stay in the Comfy Chair until lunch time, with only a cup of coffee at eleven. [aside, to Biggles] Is that really all it is?
Biggles: Yes, lord.
Ximinez: I see. I suppose we make it worse by shouting a lot, do we? Confess, woman. Confess! Confess! Confess! Confess!
Biggles: I confess! Ximinez: Not you!