Souvenirs From A Programme

Pip: What plans?

Benevolent: I'm not falling for that old you-ask-me, I-tell-you, you-foil-me trick again.

Pip: At least give me a clue?

Benevolent: Oh alright. "French and English articles confused with vile dry Edam, for a wicked force lacking true life." Four six four.

[Fluttering. Bird chirps.]

Harry: "Saw a cat fall into a sink. GIAMW. CLAC."

Pip: G. I. A. M. W, and C. L. A. C?

Sir Phillip: You're later than a dead man on a delayed train.

Lily: Do not worry Papa, soon we shall never be late again.

Gently Benevolent: Well I am evil. And she is dino-dynamite.

Juanita: I am a dino-phwoooar!

Pippa: Oh, shut it scaly! Have you put on weight?

Juanita: They're called curves. You bony English girls would not understand.

Pippa: Oh shove a chimichanga in it!

Juanita: Why don't you put a cream tea in it!

Pippa: Burritos to you!

Juanita: Roast beef and yorkshire pudding off!

Pip Bin: I dunk this 'croissant' into some 'hot chocolate' in a bowl?

Reverend Godly Fecund: Don't be frightened.

Pip Bin: If I said it was delicious, would that be treason to Britain?

Reverend Godly Fecund: Yes.

It’s impossible to read that without doing the intonation