Algernon [stammering]: Oh! No! Bunbury doesn't live here. Bunbury is somewhere else at present. In fact, Bunbury is dead.
Lady Bracknell: Dead! When did Mr Bunbury die? His death must have been extremely sudden.
Algernon [airily]: Oh! I killed Bunbury this afternoon. I mean poor Bunbury died this afternoon.
Lady Bracknell: What did he die of?
Algernon: Bunbury? Oh, he quite exploded.
Lady Bracknell: Exploded! Was he a victim of a revolutionary outrage? I was not aware that Mr Bunbury was interested in social legislation. If so, he is well punished for this morbidity.
Algernon: My dead Aunt Augusta, I mean he was found out! The doctors found that Bunbury could not live, that is what I mean - so Bunbury died.
Lady Bracknell: He seems to have had great confidence in the opinion of his physicians. I am glad, however, that he made up his mind at the last to some definitive course of action, and acted under proper medical advice.