T-Bag: Me, the High T. Defeated and humiliated by a mere snip of a girl. I can't stand the indigni-T.
Debbie: [reads from the rule-book] Here we are! Now... once you've found the missing letters, you're almost home and dry...
Debbie: [continues to read] ... Just one more test, stand close to the chest and throw the letters to the sky.
T-Bag: [to Debbie] Well, what have you got to say now? Cat got your tongue? Hmmm. You usually have such a lot to say for yourself, why so silent now? Oh come along, we're all dying to hear what wonderful words of wisdom little Miss. Clever-clogs know-it-all has for us this time! Well, we're waiting.
Debbie: [to Gardener] Shut up, you whining old fool!
Gardener: Oh Debbie! Oh Debbie! Oh...
Debbie: Cake crumbs and crumpets! What are you doing lazing about here doing nothing! There's work to be done!
T-Bag: I feel helpless. I feel so ordinary.
Gardener: There's nothing wrong with that! Look at me. I'm ordinary. Nothing wrong with being ordinary. That's what makes us all extraordinary! You can see that, can't you?
T-Bag: Oh shut up!
Shopkeeper: Thomas! Home from school.
Thomas: You what?
Debbie: Oh. I'm sorry.
Shopkeeper: And I'm sorry, I'm afraid I have to rush you along now. Time for me to shut up shop.
Debbie: Right. Well. Goodbye.