Narrator: We're using AC-DC because it is heavy metal.
Narrator: In the meantime, thanks ants. Thants.
Narrator: You don't have to be a brain surgeon to operate on the brain.
Futuristic Singer: Macadaynu! Macadaynu! Macadaynu daynu daynu! I'm a phallus, I'm a tetrum, I'm a tetrum, tetrum, tetrum! HOOO! OOOOOOOOHHH!
Narrator: The iron has reverted to its simplest form: Brown Iron, or Bumcivilian.
Sam: I wish I hadn't got out of bed this morning.
Narrator: Thanks, Doctor. Thoctor.
Narrator: Thanks, Tchaikovsky. Thovsky.
Narrator: The Businessmen are trying to imagine the Two Ronnies having sex with each other.
Narrator: Thanks Andy. Thandy.
Narrator: Thanks, Hanks. Thanks.
Prince Charles: [face covered in Liquid Skin]