[April is talking to Mark who is hiding in a tree]
Do try to look more like a sycamore won't you?
Who's the glamour boy?
Our competition dear, THRUSH.
Oh, and Mr. Slate, whatever you do, don't bungle this.
I'll try not to sir.
[explaining her plan to fill the world with lookalike people]
Last night, their Sonny kissed our Cher good night.
[a gadget has exploded in front of Rodney]
Are you alright Rodney?
What a pity.
[Mother hits Rodney]