Oooooo, I don’t like that.
I’d…rather…just…sing!!
You’re not fooling anybody, you know.
I’m afraid I’m not personally qualified to confuse cats, but I can recommend an extremely good service.
“The cat’s eaten it”
“Has he?”
“She, sir”
Does it come with wafers?
A waffer thin chocolate mint…
Waiter, this conversation isn’t very good.
If you don’t eat your meat, you can’t have any pudding!
Oops, wrong thread. 
Oh, I am afraid our life must seem very dull and quiet compared to yours. We are but eight score young blondes and brunettes, all between sixteen and nineteen-and-a-half, cut off in this castle with no one to protect us. Oooh. It is a lonely life: bathing, dressing, undressing, making exciting underwear.
Do you want to come upstairs?
Right, we’ll just take the foreplay as read, shall we dear?
My nipples explode with delight.
Proper little jailer’s pet, aren’t we?
Right, I’ll do you for that!
Man: Waaghh!
Spreaders: Better. Better. But ‘waaaaaghh’! ‘Waaaagh’! Hold your hands here …
Man: No!
Spreaders: Now. (hits him)
Man: Waagh!
Spreaders: That’s it. That’s it. Good.
He said it again!
But if it didn’t have bones in it, it wouldn’t be crunchy, now would it?
It’s a bazooka!