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[Edina is sitting in court next to her lawyer, with Patsy, Saffron and Gran behind. They are looking up at the magistrate, who is reading out the list of charges against Edina]

Judge: ... driving without a license, driving without insurance, not wearing a seatbelt, having no tax disc displayed, driving over the legal speed limit, driving under the influence of alcohol, allowing another person to drive your vehicle under the influence of alcohol. In the region of five thousand pounds of parking fees owing, six thousand pouds of damage to property. Charges of assault and abuse... the charges of attempted murder and robbery have been dropped. Shoplifting...

Patsy: [to judge] My name is Patsy Stone. I'm an alcoholic, and what she did was an act of humanitarian mercy.

Judge: That is hardly a reason to steal a crate of champagne.

Edina: Have you any idea how much champagne costs these days? I was forced to steal it. My daughter wouldn't have allowed me to buy it.

Judge: I must ask you to sit down as stop wasting the court's time. The sum of fifty thousand pounds is to be paid by you in damages, and a further fine of two thousand pounds. You will also be liable for all cost incurred.

Edina: [to Saffron] Well, getting rid of my chauffeur was a little bit of a falso economy, wasn't it sweetie?

Judge: ... and a lifetime ban on driving. And, finally, Mrs. Monsoon...

Edina: Can I just say one word in my defense, um?

Saffron: I don't think that's a very good idea, Mum. Your mouth is working for the prosecution.

Edina: Oh, darling, this is what I do well, sweetie. You might pick up a few tips for the Debating Society, you never know. Without notes, Saff.

[Gran claps]

Edina: Thank you, thank you.

Edina: [to judge] Right... I, the proposed accused, think that, well, I mean, you know, well the day in question was not a good day for me, all right? But I put it to you that I don't see how any day could have been good the way this bloody country's run. Well, you know, I was just trying to do my best, trying to get from A to B, do a little shopping. I was trying to take control of my life, you know, only to find that it's actually controlled for me by petty bureaucracy and bits of bloody paper - ignorant bloody petty rules and laws that just obstruct every tiny little action until you've committed a crime without even knowing it! I mean, you know, why can't life just be made a little easier for everybody, eh? Why can't it be more like the Continent, and then run down the street in front of charging bulls whilst letting fireworks off out of his bloody nostrils without anyone blinking an eye? Uh? Because it's probably a local holiday and nobody's at work because they all want to have just a little bit of fun and they're not intimidated by some outdated work ethic. I mean, there has to be more to life than just being safe...

Judge: Is there a point to all of this?

Edina: [explaining to the judge her problems with the law] Yes, Yes!... Why, oh why, do we pay taxes, hmmm? I mean, just to have bloody parking restrictions... and *buggery-ugly* traffic wardens, and *bollocky*-pedestrian-*bloody*-crossings?... and those *bastard* railings outside shops windows, making it so difficult, so you can't even get in them! I mean, I know they're there to stop stupid people running into the street and killing themselves! But we're not all stupid! We don't all need nurse-maiding. I mean, why not just have a Stupidity Tax? Just tax the stupid people!

Patsy: [stands up] And let them *die*!

Edina: Yes!

Judge: Anymore of this ridiculous rant, and I'll put you both away!

Mother: Hear, hear!

Judge: Edwina Margaret Rose Monsoon, I hereby sentence you to...

[credits roll]