The Wind in the Willows1995

Grandmother:
[narrating; scene show Mole in his home, whitewashing his ceiling] Mole had been working very hard all morning, spring cleaning his little home, to the point where he had dust in his throat, and whitewash in his black fur.

Mole:
[some of the white wash from his brush drips into his eye;incomprehensible] Bother!

Grandmother:
Spring was moving in the air above and below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lonely little place. It was a small wonder, when, suddenly...

Mole:
[fed up] Oh bother! D'oh! [as he throws his whitewash brush down in a fit of frustration] Oh, *BLOW*!

Mole:
[taking off his apron] *HANG" spring-cleaning.