(During the job interview, when asked where you see yourself in five years:) Replacing you, sir.

... 'an I sez to the old girl "You looking at me then?" when she says "Yeah!", I helped 'er cross the road safely like.

Welcome back master! While you were out I threw out all that nasty dirt in your coffin and gave it a good scrub with the water from the old church font.

"Oh dear ... tell me THAT is not *blood*. Because, if that is *blood* I am going to faint dead away."

"Sorry, I forgot again. Does the two quick claps thing mean 'take him away' or 'throw him to the floor'?"

"Why can't I commute? I don't want to live under a volcano."

But master, your enemy is but a single callow youth. What threat can he possibly pose?

Look, y' knew the deal when y' borrered the money from Big Tony. If y' can't pay woss owed we're going to have to give you another three month extension on the dealine and reduce the payments again.

Master, when you have a moment, could we book some time in for my appraisal?

I'm sorry, but this uniform just isn't me. The cut's all wrong, and, I mean, well... black? That's sooooooo last year, and what with my pale complexion... I'd be a lot better off in something in autumnal tones, perhaps with a decent pair of shoes - these boots are far too heavy...

Excuse me Masterspy, but given that Mike Mercury requires the assistance of both Dr Beaker and Professor Popkiss to launch it, I have little confidence in your ability to steal Supercar. Indeed, I personally doubt that we can get the canopy open, and I'm getting a little tired of being blown up with just enough explosive to ruin my clothes and blacken my face every time we try.

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What, another new career? Already? You lot are insatiable. Museum curator.

It's time we threw out some of the old tat cluttering up this place.