BIRD: Oh, Errol! Oh, ERROL!!
BUFFALO: Wot ya doin', dude?
BIRD: Wandering in the woods, looking for Errol.
BUFFALO: Errol who?
BIRD: Errol Flynn, course.
BUFFALO: That durty mutt's dead, dude.
BIRD: If I shout loud enough he might just hear me.
BUFFALO: D-lusional, Birdy.
BIRD: The best Robin Hood there ever was. And Fletcher Christian. Oh, Errol!
BUFFALO: Died at 50 with the body of an 80-year-old.
BIRD: "It's not what they say about you, it's what they whisper." Oh, Errol! Oh, Errol!!
BUFFALO: Give it up, Birdman, he ain't coming.
BIRD: He'll be here. Don't worry. Oh, Errol! Oh, Errol!! "Welcome to Sherwood, my lady. What, Sir Guy? No greeting from you?"
BUFFALO: Cuckoo. Cuckoo.
FIFI: There was a young man named Errol...
SPARKY: Cindy, you get that dress off right now and wash behind your ears, ya hear, man?
DOTTY: I'm thinking of becoming a lesbian to help save the environment.
THE SAGE: To lift a finger one must first raise the stakes.
PUCK: Pussy's deffo still alive. I can feel one of her hearts beating.
BUFFALO: Is it just me or can someone smell burning?
BIRD: Flynn at eleven.
BUFFALO: Arf, arf!
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