Richard Bucket:
[Hyacinth, still refusing to accept the "Athlete's Foot" diagnosis, is wrapping his infected foot in bandages] Do I... uh... do I really need that?
Hyacinth Bucket:
You do if you've got gout.
Richard Bucket:
Gout? But that's worse than a fungus infection!
Hyacinth Bucket:
Not in my book! Your gout is an affliction acceptable in the very highest circles. It comes from an excess of good living. Gout is practically a pedigree. [With finality] You have gout.
Super!
“Tell the Vicar that you will repair the electrics executively.”