| Beginning | End |
| Stood up to the man... | |
| Also, I can kill you... | |
| He looks better... | |
| I can't keep track... | |
| We may experience some slight turbulence... | |
| My sister's a ship... | |
| And we shall rule over all this land, and we shall call it... | |
| I think we should call it... | |
| He's our friend... | |
| I think I'm on... | |
| | Beginning | End |
| You have no idea... | |
| But we won't. That's not going to happen... | |
| Every well-bred petty crook knows... | |
| Can I start... | |
| I wouldn't say I'm entirely okay... | |
| How we treat our dead is... | |
| If I'm 'gonna wear a dress... | |
| Yes, sir... | |
| And I'd like to be king of all Londinium... | |
| I am a leaf on the wind... | |
| Find that kid who's taking a dirt nap with baby Jesus... | |
| Did you see us fight? | |
| Two by two... | |
| Take my love, take my land... | |
| I don't care; I'm still free... | |
| Take me out to the black... | |
| Burn the land and boil the sea... | |
| *messes up line* | |
| I love you, River. | |
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