T. Bag: T. Shirt, show this person the door.
T. Shirt: Right. This is the door, here. Nice, isn't it?
Mrs. Merry: [laughs] A proper little joker you got there, Mrs!
T. Bag: A proper little pain, more like!
T. Bag: [posing as a pirate] Belay me hearties, pieces of eight, and blow me down with a wooden leg, arr, Jim lad, arr!
T. Shirt: [as he plays with his toys] Faster! Faster! Faster! I'm giving it all I got, sir. But wait! What's that on the track up ahead? It's a giant, hundred foot teddy bear! Oh no! Slam on the brakes. We're gonna crash. Jump! Somebody get an ambulance. Nee-naw. Nee-naw. Nee-naw. Nee-naw. Nee-naw. Anybody hurt? Just the teddy. Right, nurse, we're gonna have to operate! Yes, doctor. It's no use, we can't cope. This is a job for the flying doctor!
T. Bag: Do you know what time it is?
T. Shirt: No.
T. Bag: Five past six in the morning.
T. Shirt: You didn't have to get up to tell me that!
T. Shirt: [as T-Bag sits on teddy] Careful with Ted! He's not well. He's feeling a little bit run down... by a train!
T. Bag: [suffers loss of memory, notices Debbie] Oh hello dear. Who are you?
T. Shirt: Eh?
T. Bag: You're a charming little girl. What's your name?
Debbie: You know my name, now give me that bag!
T. Bag: What bag's that dear?
Debbie: The one in your hand.
T. Shirt: That's a laugh, isn't it your majesty, her thinking you're just gonna hand it over.
T. Bag: Well it is the little girl's bag. I must return it her, mustn't I.
T. Shirt: Eh?
T. Bag: [returns the bag of bells to Debbie] There you go petal, all yours.