I like Tez and Deaf Pete from the Stag sketch below, so I thought I'd expand it, using a more classical sketch structure.
1. INT. Cabaret-style nightclub, like the Windmill but without the filth. A stage with lampshaded tables scattered around a dancefloor.
A group of fey-looking men in top hats (think Lionel Blair, but camp) tap across the stage to "Putting On The Ritz."
CUT TO:
2. INT. One of the tables. Around it are half a dozen suicidally bored-looking men in their mid to late-20s, in Saturday night gear, including TEZ and PETE.
TEZ
This is shite. This has got to be the worst stag do I've ever been to. Why the bloody hell did you bring us here?
PETE
What do you mean? Three months ago, you're the one who's all "Oh, let's all go to the hottest tap dancing bar in England."
TEZ
I hate you, Deaf Pete. Please tell me you brought the Es?
PETE
What do you take me for? Course I did.
PETE produces a tartan Thermos flask.
PETE
Now, who's for tea?
TEZ
No, you div, I meant drugs.
PETE tuts theatrically
PETE
As if I'd forget.
PETE produces a half-a-dozen mugs, pours out the teas, hands them out. Gratefully received.
TEZ
I suppose you forgot the hooker?
PETE
What?
TEZ
I said to you, "My Audrey's a redhead, legs like milk bottles. I want to shag one of them tanned bitches."
PETE rummages below table again. Drops a cellophane bag on the table.
PETE
There you go, a bag of onion and ham sandwiches.
TEZ
Aaargh. You are the worst best man ever.
TWO BURLY LEATHER-CLAD MEN WITH MOUSTACHES appear next to TEZ. They start to drag him away.
TEZ
What?
PETE
There you go. Your final wish, to round off the evening.
TEZ
What? No. I was joking. I said I want to go to bed and be TUCKED IN BY MUM!
One MOUSTACHE MAN picks up TEZ in a fireman's lift and carries him away, screaming.
PETE
Funny bloke. (rubs hands) Right, who fancies going to a strip club?
END.