The Mighty Boosh2003

Dennis:
Would you be quiet, please. I can't hear my internal TomTom. We appear to be lost.

Tony Harrison:
Oh, you are useless!

Dennis:
Well, I'm more than happy to let someone else drive.

Tony Harrison:
I can't drive! I'm shitfaced!

Saboo:
Yeah, like if you were sober, you could drive anyway. You can't even reach the pedals, you cleft.

Tony Harrison:
How dare you. I've got a heavy goods license. There's no one here who's got more miles under their belt than me!

Saboo:
Look, save it, you pinky wafer. Let Kirk drive.

Dennis:
Kirk can't drive. He's a renowned ram-raider.

Saboo:
Kirk? Is it true that you've become a vehicular menace; mowing down all in your path?

Kirk:
Yes.

Tony Harrison:
Can we stop? I need a wee-wee.

Dennis:
We were only just in the service station.

Tony Harrison:
I know, but I didn't need to go then! I'm not a machine, I've got a weak bladder!

Saboo:
You are a bladder.

Tony Harrison:
Anyway, it's not my fault. I couldn't reach the pee-trough! I asked you to pick me up; you just shunned me!

Dennis:
I'm sorry, but I do not stoop to pick up men in the urinals.

Saboo:
...that's not what I've heard.

Tony Harrison:
Ohhhh! You walked right into it!

All Shamen:
[singing] We are super magic men/We stay up till five A.M.!/Although we're bound by shaman lords/What goes on tour, stays on tour!