Girl with Ponytail: Art that the Vodka Vendor?

Guy in Big Sunnies: Ah-eth, that art the Vodka Vendor!

Roger the Divine: Ah-eth! Vodka! About-eth fucking time!

Boy: Phhhhhht

Guy Bending Over: Blow-eth orbs doth I, in the direction of Bri the Wi !

Guy with Necklace: Thy hands art still firmly in thy lap!

Brian the Wise: I spy with Thy Optical Orb ..... what art that smell?

Dark Girl behind Bri: Ah-eth, doth thou hath steel wool up thine nasal passages as well?

Guy Behind Bri: Yea! And it doth nay tickle!

Girl With Something In Her Hand: Look! Thee hath captured Orbital Emissions upon thy Orb Detector!

Girl With Bottle: Thee shalt send-eth a message in a bottle.

Annie Lennox: Do-eth Nay Mess With A Missionary Man!