Radio Reporter: We're waiting at Battersea. Waiting. Hoping. Praying for a miracle. The entire electricity of all industrial London has been diverted to the wires surrounding the small animal's enclosure. Will it be enough? Will it be enough to stop the huge beast? Will the miracle be granted? Or will it be yet another of man's puny efforts to oppose this irresistible force of ancient nature?
Prof. Ned Brainard: Let's see, flying rubber... Flubber.
Johnny Cabot: I like a messy bed.
Father Matthew Doonan: I'll bet you were a sweet little altar boy.
Harry: Weren't we all?