RTD: The show-eth must go-eth on! Thou canst nay standeth there in that ridiculous shirt and thou underpants, sulking!

BTW: WHAT DOTH THOU MEAN 'RIDICULOUS SHIRT?" This art Thou Mombasa-eth Shirt! It art nay ridiculous!"

RTD: Pah-eth and bollocks! After all these years, hath Thee not acceptedeth ONE THING that art spaketh against Thee?

BTW: Nay! Thee art wise and kind and a snappy dressereth!

RTD: Thou art a poodle haired GIT! Thou dresseth liketh a kids crayon box-eth!

BTW: Oh-eth! Thou art so cruel-eth! Thou wouldst ne'er sayeth that if The Lord God Freddie wert here!

RTD: Thou wouldst too-eth, Thou tosser!

BTW: Thou wouldst NE'ER! The Lord God Freddie dressedeth just as ridiculous as Thee!

RTD: The Lord God Freddie INTENDEDETH to looketh ridiculous! And it wert for show! Thou think-eth it art Hip-eth!

BTW: Thy art nay tryething to be-eth Hip-eth!

RTD: Then cut-eth Thou hair!

BTW: NAY! Thee willst ne'er cut-eth Thy hair. It art a sign of Thy wisenesseth!

RTD: Then taketh off that ridiculous shirt!

BTW: Nay! What art wrong with Thy shirt?

RTD: THOU HAVETH A BLOODY GREAT EYE ON THOU ARSE! THEE ART NOT HAVETHING THAT STARING AT THEE ALL NIGHT!

BTW: It art the eye of the Red Special!

RTD: Oh-eth for Christeth Sake! Giveth unto Thee a Vodka! And maketh it a double-eth!