- T-Bag: Well, looks as if the game's over and you've lost. Well, serves you right for being a nosy parker smarty pants interfering little busy body. Goodbye!
- T-Bag: I'm starving! Famished.
- T-Shirt: Right, what would you like me to magic up?
- T-Bag: Well...
- T-Shirt: I recommend the chef's surprise.
- T-Bag: The chef's surprise. What's that?
- T-Shirt: Boo!
- T-Bag: [startled] You stupid boy! Stop larking about. Teatime is serious. I'll make my own tea. Thank you very much.
- T-Bag: My head! My head! My head! I must find someone soon to assist that oaf Fife O'Clock. Where am I going to find somebody stupid enough, someone idiotic enough, someone gullible enough... to work in that dreadful, noisy, oily place. Where?
- T-Shirt: [bumps into T-Bag] Where?
- T-Bag: I know where!
- T-Shirt: Where?
- T-Bag: [as she pokes T-Shirt in the chest] Right there!