Sing a mumble-gumble song […] Do a loony-goony dance / ’Cross the kitchen floor

Margaret shall now be queen, and rule the king; But I will rule both her, the king, and realm.

[Albert, about Bear asleep:] A soft smile of lovin' unconcern on his friendly face as he dozes on.

‘I′m sorry about your place. It′s not my doing,’ I said. ‘Like hell it isn′t.’ Then a yellow tooth glinted behind his lip and he added, ‘You little pisspot.’