What are you going to dream about?
Wonder Woman.
Please don’t.
What are you going to dream about?
Wonder Woman.
Please don’t.
That was close! [Pauses, looks down at the gaping wound in his chest] Oh my... [Collapses]
No!
Oh God, Graeme! [Rushes to his side] Graeme!
I never meant to...
Put the gun down, Mr Buggs!
Drop the **** gun, Dad!
Oh no... I really liked this t-shirt...
This is all my fault! We should never have come on holiday.
No, no, no, it's- it's fine, it's fine Clive, you know we've, we've had a good time, haven't we?
Yeah? But you got shot.
Aghagh-- Yeah I know but, I can honestly say, Clive, this is the most fun I have ever had... [Dies]
Well, she was furry nice.
Boring conversation anyway.
Graeme. Strike this woman.
Are you going to draw me like one of your French girls, Jack?
Listen to me, Frick and ****, I want you to tell me everything you remember about the pissy nerds.
Aliens aren’t called Paul.
Clive likes boning space bears!
Clive, I can feel your boner.
Evolution, baby.
Get your goddamn hands off my mother**** junk!
He needs our help. Sometimes you just got to roll the dice.
Mother **** titty-sucking two-balled bitch!
Over the last 60 years, the human race has been drip-fed images of my face, on lunchboxes and t-shirts and shit. It’s in case our species do meet, you don’t have a **** spaz attack!