Does anyone remember what movie had the sequence where someone takes a taxi from New York to Paris, and you see the taxi on the Paris street steaming, like it's still burning off the sea water?
Imagine the scene: Otis Z Fandango III turns up on my doorstep, covered in barnacles and several species of pelagic seaweed and claims to have just swum the Atlantic. He is dragging a bushel of Maine crabs. They smell a bit off. "Ooh!" coos Mrs B., "How thoughtful, you shouldn't have! Tea, anyone?"
