I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.
No, now go away before I taunt you a second time.
You don't frighten us, English pig dogs. Go and boil your bottoms, you sons of a silly person. I blow my nose at you, so-called "Arthur King," you and all your silly English K-nig-hts.
Go and boil your bottoms, you sons of silly persons!
















Well, that's no ordinary rabbit.
That's the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on!
Look, that rabbit's got a vicious streak a mile wide! It's a killer!
What's he do? Nibble your bum?
Well, we'll not risk another frontal assault. That rabbit's dynamite.
















“What, ridden on a horse?”
“You're using coconuts!”
“What?”
“You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're banging 'em together!”