[5000 kilograms of marijuana have been discovered in Mr. Crumble's cellar. As the police take him away, he proclaims his innocence to his neighbours:]
Mr. Crumble: "I've been framed! Please, tell my story to the world!"
Neighbour 1: "I will, but first let's talk royalties."
Mr. Crumble [to his wife]: "Bertha, my dear, wait for me!"
Police officer: "That's what they all say. Your missus gets around, doesn't she?"
Neighbour 2: "Bloody hell, Crumble, 5000 kilos? And you never did ask me over, you stingy sod."
Mr. Crumble: "I tell you, it was a plant!"
Police officer: "More than one, I' d say!"
[From the back of the police car, Mr. Crumble sees many officers vacating his house, each carrying a potted marijuana plant, and each looking very happy indeed.]
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