CRUMPETS:
"You must be Davy Jones!!" DAVY: "That's right, yes!! Hello, pleased to meet you, sir! My grandfather talked to you many times! You have some trouble with the car here?" CRUMPETS: "Yes!! Well, you see, I fear some absolute rotter is sabotaging my car!!" PETER: "Yes, but are you having some trouble with your car?" BARON: "Well, how is it, Yankee?" MICKY: "The car is in perfect tune!!" BARON: "No, it isn't!!" MICKY: "Yes, it is!!" BARON: "No, it isn't!!!" MICKY: "Yes, it is!!!" BARON: "No, it isn't!!!!" MICKY: "Yes, it is!!!!" BARON: "No, it isn't!!!!!" MICKY: "I'll show yoouu!!!!!" <--! ! ! ! ! !-->"B-flat!!!!" MICKY: "What's that?" CRUMPETS: "It's for atmosphere! Genuine London mist spray!! Also comes in roll-on, of course!" DAVY: "It smells like Liverpool to me!!" CRUMPETS: "That's terrible!! Smells more like Manchester!!!" MIKE: "That's L.A. smog!!!!!" MICKY: "Brain washing!! Solitary confinement!! Starvation!!! Nothing you could do to me will make me help you with your plan!!!!" BARON: "How about physical torture?" MICKY: "You've got yourself a mechanic!!!!" MIKE: "Now hold it, hold it, before this scene goes any further, man, what is this gun thing?" WOLFGANG: "Well now just a minute, we've got to have the gun. After all it's a prop!" MIKE: "That's horrible!" PETER: "Put that away!" MIKE: "It's bad enough that you're with a uniform and all!" PETER: "But guns on television and everything?? It's bad enough we have a tuning fork!" BARON: "What have you done?!? You have ruined my engine!!!" MICKY: "No, no!! Nonsense!! I haven't ruined your engine at all!! Anything that I take apart, I can put back together!!! Now do you have needle and thread? ... Ah, how about some glue? ... Or you have some clay? ... A band-aid? ... Spit ... on my finger?" |