Hnaef: I mean, really, do we have to?
Archdruid: Shut up, Cambridge Boy. We celebrated your lot didn't we?
Hnaef: Yes. Well, you remembered Cranmer...
Archdruid: There you are then.
Hnaef: You lit a bonfire...
Archdruid: Of course. That's what we do.
Hnaef: You don't think that was... a bit tactless?
Archdruid: OK- it's St Frideswide's Day. Bit of respect?
Hnaef: So what did she do?
Archdruid: Search me. Something out Godstow way, weren't it?
Hnaef: You don't know what she did?
Archdruid: Not a Scooby. This is Oxford. We are the right-brained, cuddly university. Honey-coloured stone, dreaming spires, punting through the Parks on a hazy June evening, running the country.... we don't do logic and nerdism.
Hnaef: WHAT DID FRIDESWIDE DO? SHE'S YOUR PATRON SAINT.
Archdruid: Don't know. Don't care. Have a tea light? And stop being so Cambridge...