George: 'Crikey, sir. I'm looking forward to today. Up diddly up, down diddly down, whoops, poop, twiddly dee - decent scrap with the fiendish Red Baron - bit of a jolly old crash landing behind enemy lines - capture, torture, escape, and then back home in time for tea and medals.'
Red Baron: 'How lucky you English are to find the toilet so amusing. For us, it is a mundane and functional item. For you it is the basis of an entire culture.'
Melchett: 'If nothing else works, a total pig-headed unwillingness to look facts in the face will see us through.'
Lord Flashheart: 'Hey, wet-pants! This isn’t the Women’s Auxiliary Balloon Corps. You’re in the Twenty Minuters now.'