RTD: Pah-eth! Thou look-eth ridiculous in those leathereth trousers! Thou art mutton done-eth up as lamb!

PR: Shut-eth up! Thy looketh verily goodly in these. Just because-eth Thou art too fat to weareth leathereth trousers!

RTD: Thou old tart! Thou art jealous for-eth Thou art nay SHAGADELIC like-eth Thee! Thou doth not haveth the wenches adoringeth Thou like-eth Thee!

PR: Crap-eth! Thee get-eth Thy fair share of begatting!

RTD: Pah-eth! Not as many as Thee! Hag-eth!

PR: Roger the BOVINE!

RTD: THOU OLD SLAG-ETH! TAKETH THIS!

BTW: Oh NO-eth!!! LOOK-ETH AT WHAT THOUST HATH DONE!!!!

BTW: Oh NO-eth!!! Thee hath shapoo-ethed Thy hair with Poodletene! Now Thee willst thusly haveth SOFT FINGERS!!!

PR: So-eth what?

BTW: Thee canst ne'er play-eth the Red Special with SOFT FINGERS!

RTD: Whyforeartonearth not?

BTW: BECAUSE-ETH THEE CANST, THAT ART WHY! IT ART NOT THE DONE-ETH THING FOR-ETH AXE-ETH GODS!

RTD: Bloody hell-eth! Freddie always sayeth Thou wert a Prima Donna!

BTW: THEE ART NAY A PRIMA DONNA, THEE SIMPLY CANST NE'ER PLAYETH THY RED SPECIAL WITH SOFT FINGERS!

PR: Scared t'wouldst ruin Thy reputation-eth as a Tough Guy? Snicker-eth! Snicker-eth!

BTW: Shut-eth up Paul-eth! Do-eth nay taunt Thee so!

RTD: Yea! Shut-eththefucketh up Paul! Thee willst do-eth the taunting of Brian the Wise. Go-eth find-eth Thou own Bad Company-eth!

PR: Shove-eth it up Thine fat hairy arse-eth, Porker!

BTW: Oh, woe art Thee!

RTD: Woe? It t'wert a woeful day when John the Mysterious and The Lord God Freddie went-eth missing-eth! Oh how Thee wisheth Thee couldst Go-eth Home Unto Mother!