The mill's closed. There's no more work. We're destitute. I've got no option but to sell you all for scientific experiments. [the children protest and cry] That's the way it is my loves. Blame the Catholic Church for not letting me wear one of those little rubber things. Oh, they've done some wonderful things in their time. They preserved the might and majesty, even the mystery, of the Church of Rome, the sanctity of the sacrament, and the indivisible oneness of the Trinity. But if they'd let me wear one of those little rubber things on the end of my ****, we wouldn't be in the mess we are now.