Boris: Finalally, I have to admit that I’m afraid of the Brexit. Isn’ it?
Nigel: A Brexit it is.
Boris: I’m afraid the Brexit will become a Brexisn’t it. Will it?
Nigel: In my opinion, the Brexit will be, in the end, the exit.
Boris: Exisn’t it?
Nigel: I’m not sure I’ m still following you, Boris. Or is it: Borisn’ it?
Boris: Boris it is.
Nigel: Is it?
Boris: It is.
Boris: But as long as we have our cup of tea…
Nigel: Tea it is and it ‘ll be. Actualally, such a thing as a Brexit is quite tea-sing. Ha ha ha…
(another awkward silence)
Nigel: Let’s sing, Boris. Let’s sing a song. Shall I sing a song for you?
Boris: Let’s have another cup of tea, Nigel, and sing a song. And finalally, find an exit out of the doomed Brexit. Or Brexisn’t it. Anallyway, sing that song, Nigel! Sing that song!