Fenella: Eustace has... dust allergies. Poor lamb. He must be having trouble... breathing.
Kate: Better dead than bored, right?
Kylie: Somethings definitely rotten in Stepping Poutney.
Noddy: Oh yeah, sorry, shoulda changed my underwear.
Kylie: Not you Noddy! The place. It isn't right.
Noddy: Like every front yards got a bird table, but there aren't any birds around.
Kylie: Yeah! And like, how all the rubbish is gift-wrapped! And like, there are no offices or pubs or corner shops and like how all the kids grew up like Blue Peter wanted them to.
Fenella: There's always room for Pineapple Chuncks.
Leo: But that was us. Repeated offenders of the first and worst. It's not that we were bad. We were just alive. And that would lead to all kinds of everything.
Leo: You know how the date-system goes: movie, dinner, sex... not: movie, dinner, satanic ritual.
Cora: Step on the cracks, never fall in, watch your back for the Nitterkin.
Kylie: Hi! I thought you might like to come out and interact with some human beings.
Eustace: I can't. I-I'm allergic.
Kylie: What?
Eustace: I'm allergic.
Kylie: You allergic to everythin'?
Eustace: Pretty much.
Kylie: Fine.
Eustace: Please - be careful of my mother.
