i Stratford | Graziela: Thy fortune, wretch, is plain for all to see If dance ye not, imperilled shall you be All men who walk these sands accurséd are Their choice: to die, or do the Cha Cha Cha! Azulejo: Bloody 'ell! Boleti: Thou ain't kidding, sunshine! Graziela: If you wouldst live beyond this night, then go! Grab thee a weasel, slow slow quick quick slow! | |||
ii Oh Yes It Is! | Graziela: Oh yes I did! Boleti: Oh no... fair enough, you win. Enter Prince Charming | |||
iii Fork Charm 48 | Wembley Olympia, shunting Projoy into the Mens' 10m platform competition | |||
iv Small Earthquake | Britney's | |||
v Sound Charades | [Martha] You're right, that's not it. The old words-not-used test should help -- and remember which department Fred's in. | |||
vi Limacres |
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