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Rob:
This is the Governor's wife!
Deke Halliday:
You mean she's not the hooker?
Baxter Thwaites:
I told you not to wear those heels, darling.
Miguel:
Under British law, singing badly is not a crime.
Baxter Thwaites:
How can we maintain decorum if our spiritual leader is trying to put his hand up Miss Cascara's skirt?
Delores:
You prefer he put his hand up my skirt?
Baxter Thwaites:
Ar least you're used to it. You won't scream.
Reverend Eric:
[speaking of Delgardo] He is my son, my son.
Rob:
You're his father, Father?
Baxter Thwaites:
From there you can return to Cuba.
Cuban 1:
And face Fidel after this fiasco? No, we go to Miami. I have a cousin there.
Cuban 2:
Si. We go underground and spread sedition!
Cuban 1:
No, we deal coke. Like Al Pacino in Scarface.
Prime Minister:
There was only one Gandhi. One anorexic little looney in a loin cloth and we lost an entire subcontinent.
Garfield:
Hey, you spoke, man.
Delgardo:
I couldn't think of anything to rhyme with "bomb".
[Four men's feet are protruding from beneath a bed]
Baxter Thwaites:
Are you two digging a hole, or committing an unnatural act?
Pamela:
You once called me an undesirable alien...
Baxter Thwaites:
I lied!
Delores:
[out of breath, to Baxter] Bas... bas... bastard!
Delgardo:
[singing] I don't care, I don't give a damn! British justice is a farce and a sham!
Delgardo:
[singing] Show me no mercy, give me no bail! I'm ready and willing to go to jail!
Garfield:
Right now!
Baxter Thwaites:
I'm not going to send you to jail for two reasons: first, I refuse to make a martyr of you, and second, it is still being redecorated.
Miguel:
I can't get the paint, boss!复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
