You should be grateful that the RAF bummers are still farting for freedom.[to René]
I was pissing by the door when I heard two shats. You are holding in your hand a smoking goon, you are clearly the guilty potty.[accusing Hans of murder]
What hippined after I was trimpled on?[after being run over by a bull]
I have seen one of these before. It is a long distance dick.[seeing a long distance duck]
She has pissed out![Michelle falls unconscious]
I will dingle a keerot in front of the dinkey. That is butter. We shall be there very sheetly.[trying to speed things up]
I have disgeesed as poloceman so I am oble to move aboot with complate frodom.[explaining his “disgeese”]
Good Moaning.[repeated line]
Are we aloon? I wish to tick to you.
There is obviously no piss for the wicked.[climbing out of the rubble of pissoir]
Rene, I do not wish to weary you, but I recognize some of those purple. They are German Ginerals. They are pissing themselves off as posants.[noting the plan has been cocked up]
Press the plinger and direct the nizzle at the muddle of the fear.
