Ranjeet Singh: Do you like flowers?
Giovanni Cupello: Scusi?
Ranjeet Singh: I am asking, do you like flowers?
Giovanni Cupello: Sure I like a-flowers!
Ranjeet Singh: Good. I'll be sending some to your funeral!
Giovanni Cupello: I got it! We get the professori drunk, and then we make him a-marry Anna so that she doesn't go back to Germany!
Danielle Favre: Anna will never agree to that.
Giovanni Cupello: Sure she will!
Danielle Favre: How do you know?
Giovanni Cupello: We get her drunk as well!
Giovanni Cupello: [to a hungover Mr Brown] You no remember dancing on the table?
[about to begin the lesson, Mr. Brown discovers a caricature of Ali on the blackboard with a disparaging caption written in capital letters next to it]
Jeremy Brown: [asks class] Who's responsible for this?
[no answer from those present]
Jeremy Brown: Come along, I'm waiting.
[still no answer]
Jeremy Brown: Right if the person responsible doesn't own up, you will all stay behind and have extra homework.
[all of the class quickly points, saying it was Ranjeet]
Jeremy Brown: Well I suggest you come out here Ranjeet and rub it off before Ali comes in and sees it.
Ali Nadim: [enters classroom] Before Ali comes in and sees what?
Jeremy Brown: [stammering and trying to cover the blackboard] Uh... nothing Ali.
Ali Nadim: You are hiding something from me.
[Mr. Brown shakes his head]
Ali Nadim: Yes please I can see my name on blackboard.
Jeremy Brown: We were just about to rub it off.
Ali Nadim: [sees the drawing and is shocked] Oh, blimey! I can be reporting you to the Monastery of Education!
Jeremy Brown: [correcting him] Ministry.
Ali Nadim: That also! I'm being surprised at you!
Jeremy Brown: Me?
Ali Nadim: [pointing to the blackboard] Writing naughty things like that!
Jeremy Brown: I didn't write it.
Ali Nadim: [thinking Mr. Brown drew the picture as a practical joke] But you are standing with chalky in hand.
Jeremy Brown: [about the chalk in his hand] This is just circumstantial.
Ali Nadim: Oh no, that is most definitely chalky.
Jeremy Brown: [referring to the drawing] This was already written before I arrived.
Ali Nadim: [believing Mr. Brown may be right after all] Oh ho! then I am knowing who is writing it.
[pointing to Ranjeet]
Ali Nadim: It is monkey-face!
[Ranjeet angrily gets out of his seat, ready to fight with Ali. Giovanni restrains him]