T-Bag Strikes Again

T. Bag:
Now, first things first: you have what I want.

Sultan Vinegar:
What?

T. Bag:
Silver numbers. Hand them over, quickly.

Sultan Vinegar:
I will not!

T. Bag:
Otherwise you know what everyone will say:

Sultan Vinegar:
[worried] What will everyone say?

T. Bag:
[sing-song voice] Here comes Old Sultan Pinkylocks!

Sultan Vinegar:
Pinkylocks? Oh no!

T. Bag:
Stinky-winky Pinkylocks!

Sultan Vinegar:
No! Anything but that!

Ben Badshot:
Great galloping googlies, this be the busiest deserted island I've ever clapped eyes on.

Mistress Trueheart:
Oh, why couldn't my son have been like Dick Gherkin. At least he's got a bit of get up and go.

Debbie:
Yes, he got up and went with my silver numbers.

T. Bag:
What's fidgety freckle-face up to now?

T. Shirt:
You mean Debbie?

T. Bag:
Oh please! Don't make my headache any worse than it is already!

T. Bag:
[in a mocking, sing-song voice] I've got the shoes with the silver number twos, so hard luck to youz and scooby-dooby-doos!

Scrap Harry:
I don't give credit, and I don't give cash, but I'll give you a balloon for your rubbish and trash.

T. Bag:
Silver did you say?

Scrap Harry:
That's right, darlin', I've got the lot 'ere.

T. Bag:
And where there's silver, there's smarty-pants Deborah. She's bound to turn up sooner or later...

Debbie:
I want those numbers back now!

T. Bag:
You know for someone with such a big mouth you've got a remarkably small brain.