"I've come back."

"We've heard they have two and thirty idols there. So we'll be the thirty-third and the thirty-fourth."

"Not before the others, not after the others...WITH the bloody others!!!"

"I can froth at the mouth something horrid. D'you wanna see it?"

"And I hope you break your bally neck!" --- "Thank you, sir!"

"Right???"

"Not gods. Englishmen. Which is the next best thing."

"He, with a 5 1/2 hat size, has the makings of a bloody hero."

"What the devil are you two rascals up to now?"

"You may kiss my royal arse." --- "Not royal. Holy!"

"Kipling, it's not necessary to let any of this get into the Star, I take it."

"Detriments you call us? Detriments? Well, I wanna remind you that it was detriments like us that built this bloody empire, and the izzat of the bloody Raj. Hats on! About turn! By the left, quick march!"

"I am the correspondent of the Northern Star!!!" --- "Eh? What did you say, Brother?!"

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Hi, I'm rather sick and twisted, how are you?