Listen, dad, if you are are going to say naughty things in front of these American girls then at least speak English English.
[Nigel looks back at girls]
All right, my son: I could've had it away with this cracking Julie, my old China. (Subtitle: I was about to make love to this pretty girl.)
Are you telling a bunch pork-pies and a bag of trout? Because if you are feeling quigly, why not just have a J. Arthur? (Is this true? If you were aroused, why didn't you pleasure yourself?)
What, billy no mates? (What, alone?)
Too right, youth. (Indeed.)
Don't you remember the crimbo din-din we had with the grotty Scots bint? (Remember Christmas dinner with the Scottish girl?)
Oh, the one that was all sixes and sevens! (The insane one?)
Yeah, yeah, she was the trouble and strife of the Morris dancer what lived up the apples and pears! (She was the wife of the dancer who lived upstairs.)
She was the barrister what become a bobby in a lorry and... (A lawyer who became a policeman in a truck) [complete gibberish] (????????)...
--tea kettle!
And then, and then--
She shat on a turtle!
