advertisement 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!