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Oplysninger fra den engelske Almen Viden Redigér teksten, så den bliver dansk. Mr Jelly: Of course I'm a fucking children's entertainer! What do you think this is, a tattoo? Jeremy: Not now, Silent Singer! Mr Lomax: Get your claw out of my holy of holies! David: Sorry Mum. I did a bad murder. Maureen: I'm not eating a dead woman's bananas! Leave her some dignity. Mr Jelly: Let's have another look in Mr Jelly's Box of 100 Hands! Child: It's not 100. Mr Jelly: Oh yeah? How many is it then? Child: 11. Mr Jelly: No, 16. Just stop fucking spoiling it. Inspector: I was just saying to your mother, Martin, that the police are looking for someone with a vendetta. David: Ah, so he likes ice cream... Mr Lomax: Anything from NASA? Maureen: It says here, when they arrested him they found a willy in his kettle! Honestly, what are they like? David: Alexander Devlin, 1964, drowned his victims in a bath. Maureen: That's do-able isn't it? How about that, Graham? Being drowned? Kerry: He thinks he's got special powers. Brian: Like Beechams? Maureen: He did have Matey! Why lie? Mr Lomax : Keep your voice down Jelly, apparently that pig's been sniffing around again.
Tealeaf : He’s already here Mr Lomax
Mr Lomax : Eh?
Tealeaf : The pig. He’s here.
Mr Lomax : Oh. Well we don’t know anything about anything. Mr Jelly: All I wanted to do was come to London and sell a dead Nazi’s head but no, it has to be brought back to life first. Nothing’s ever straightforward, is it? Hattie: You can't leave, Shahrouz!
Shahrouz: I must or they fire me.
Hattie: No, I mean you literally can't leave. I've chained your leg to the radiator. Andrews: That is brand new, keep your greasy fingers off it!
Mr Jelly: Haven't got any fingers...rude. Mrs Wren: Cilit Bang Bang! | |
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