"You must be Davy Jones!!"
DAVY: "That's right, yes!! Hello, pleased to meet you, sir!
My grandfather talked to you many times! You have some
trouble with the car here?"
CRUMPETS: "Yes!! Well, you see, I fear
some absolute rotter is sabotaging my car!!"
PETER: "Yes, but are you having some trouble with your car?"
BARON: "Well, how is it, Yankee?"
MICKY: "The car is in perfect tune!!"
BARON: "No, it isn't!!"
MICKY: "Yes, it is!!"
BARON: "No, it isn't!!!"
MICKY: "Yes, it is!!!"
BARON: "No, it isn't!!!!"
MICKY: "Yes, it is!!!!"
BARON: "No, it isn't!!!!!"
MICKY: "I'll show yoouu!!!!!"
<--! ! ! ! ! !-->"B-flat!!!!"
MICKY: "What's that?"
CRUMPETS: "It's for atmosphere! Genuine London
mist spray!! Also comes in roll-on, of course!"
DAVY: "It smells like Liverpool to me!!"
CRUMPETS: "That's terrible!! Smells more like Manchester!!!"
MIKE: "That's L.A. smog!!!!!"
MICKY: "Brain washing!! Solitary confinement!! Starvation!!!
Nothing you could do to me will make me help you with your plan!!!!"
BARON: "How about physical torture?"
MICKY: "You've got yourself a mechanic!!!!"
MIKE: "Now hold it, hold it, before this scene goes
any further, man, what is this gun thing?"
WOLFGANG: "Well now just a minute, we've got
to have the gun. After all it's a prop!"
MIKE: "That's horrible!"
PETER: "Put that away!"
MIKE: "It's bad enough that you're with a uniform and all!"
PETER: "But guns on television and everything??
It's bad enough we have a tuning fork!"
BARON: "What have you done?!? You have ruined my engine!!!"
MICKY: "No, no!! Nonsense!! I haven't ruined your engine at all!!
Anything that I take apart, I can put back together!!! Now do you have
needle and thread? ... Ah, how about some glue? ... Or you have some clay? ...
A band-aid? ... Spit ... on my finger?"