I'm not dead.
Now we see the violence inherent in the system. Help! Help! I'm being repressed!
Just a flesh wound.
She turned me into a newt.
A newt?
I got better.
I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.
You must tie her down on a bed and spank her.
She's beautiful. She's rich. She's got huge...tracts of land.
You must cut down the mightiest tree in the forest with...a herring!
That's the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on.
One, two, five...
Three, sir...
Three!
How do you know so much about swallows?
Well, you have to know these things when you're a king.
I wave my private parts at your aunties, you cheesy lot of second hand electric donkey bottom biters.
All right sonny, that's enough.
Yes, they're the ones. I'm sure.
Let's not bicker and argue about who killed who.
I have to push the pram a lot.
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