Crooks in Cloisters

Willy:
Come live with me and be my love, and we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield.

Bikini:
That was smashing Willy, smashing!

Bikini:
Pity you don't get well educated like Willy the poet.

Walt:
Cut the cackle.

Bikini:
Never mind about this schneid Rhino, what about this schneid island?

Walt:
He might be a bumpkin but he's still a bogie.

Walt:
Starting with you brother Bikini - you're fixing the eats!

Bikini:
Well I'm stating right here and now that this potwatching lark is a royal load of poo.

Specs:
Are my peepers getting worse or is that just a plank of wood?

Squirts:
Your peepers are serving you very well Brother Specs.

Specs:
You're going to set yourself up all Ritz like.

Walt:
You know what women are like.

Lorenzo:
Well we did, Brother Walt.

Bikini:
Now come on puff off the pair of you!

Walt:
You must be dreaming if you think I'm dreaming. Don't you think I don't know a bit of plum duff when I see one.

Walt:
It's him we've got to thank for being here.

[Walt points at a picture of Superintendent Mungo on wall]

Tall man on monastery tour:
Your benefactor?

Walt:
Yeah, he's a right... benefactor.

Walt:
Brother Specks, you're bellboy, get the gen on them bellringing times.

Tall man on monastery tour:
So encouraging to hear of all your hopes and plans.

Walt:
Yes, we're stacked right up with hopes and plans.

Bikini:
'Ere you are brothers - get stuck in!

Squirts:
We musn't leave now Walt, I'd miss the best of my rhubarb.

Walt:
She never knew that chips were made from tatters till she read that book on it.

Walt:
You know the trouble with you lot - you're forgetting you're a bunch of hard-nuts, a team of pure villiams!