Red Dwarf (1988–…): Season 8, Episode 7 - Pete: Part 2 - full transcript
Kryten has accidentally turned Birdman's pet bird "Pete" into a T-Rex which has gone on a rampage on-board Red Dwarf. With the crew frozen in time, Rimmer, Lister, Kryten, Kochanski, The Cat and Holly attempt to stop Pete, and get back the Time Wand which Pete has eaten, and restore Pete back to normal before the freeze wears off.
(RIMMER) What happened?
(LISTER) They're frozen on the spot.
Yvonne McGruder did this
when I tried to kiss her.
This'll drive them crazy!
This machine digitises time -
we can release jets of it.
It's restored your hair to a previous time period.
It was an accident.
Hot Bovril.
Agh!
- Fix him with the time wand.
- Watch this.
And this is Pete.
The excitement of being free has killed him!
He really loved that bird.
It was the only thing that kept him going.
I think the time wand could bring Pete back
to life - make him young and strong again.
Watch.
("RED DWARF" THEME)
Where did Barney's ugly brother come from?
From Pete, sir. Birds are descended
from dinosaurs.
I inadvertently reversed evolution
several million years.
Is that you, Pete?
Birdman!
What now, sir?
Follow the Rimmer-shaped blur!
Hey, Pete!
Eat me!
Here, Bob. Catch!
(POUNDING FOOTSTEPS)
Bob!
(ROARS)
Bob!
(BOB SQUEAKS)
Come on, Kryten. Hurry up!
Leg-it mode, sir.
- We've lost the time wand.
- How are we gonna get rid of that thing now?
We're finished!
Stop yelling. Let's think our way out of this.
We're finished!
Shut up and get a grip, man.
I'm sorry. It's just I was...
Look, I'm better now.
- Can I just say one thing?
- Go on.
We're finished!
Hol, we've been cornered
by a T. Rex that was formerly a sparrow.
The only thing that can turn it back into a bird
is in its stomach. Any ideas?
- Do you want the long or the short version?
- Ooh... Long.
You're finished.
What's the short version?
Bye.
- Kryten.
- Yes, ma'am?
How long will it take for Pete
to pass the time wand out of his system?
I don't have that information in my database.
My programmers, for some insane reason,
believed dinosaur bowel movement
frequency tables wouldn't be required. Imbeciles!
What's your suggestion?
The quicker we get the time wand back,
the better, right? So why don't we lure Pete
into the food bay
and get him to eat some roughage?
Get a T. Rex to eat roughage?
Yeah! All Bran, prunes, baked beans on toast.
That sort of stuff.
We can't get Lister to eat that,
let alone a dinosaur.
The more roughage,
the quicker we get the time wand back.
- Have you got a better idea?
- Yes, I have.
I'm going to kill myself.
(ROARING)
We've got to keep
this dinosaur business quiet or we're dead.
Keep him quiet?
He's rampaging about the food decks,
making more noise
than two yodelling champions on honeymoon.
- Everyone will have heard him by now.
- But, sir, the crew are frozen,
operating on a different time stream.
If we can turn Pete back into a sparrow
before the freeze expires,
- no one need be any the wiser.
- He's right.
I listened to everything he said,
and I still ain't got a clue what's happening.
(ROARS)
(KRYTEN) Right over, sir.
Right over.
Cow vindaloo?
It's not gonna work.
- Of course it's gonna work.
- T. Rexes don't like curry.
They're hard, aren't they?
Of course they like curries!
If a T. Rex was a bloke, he'd be a Geordie -
the kind of guy who wears T-shirts in winter
and his nipples don't even get hard.
A seven-ton theropod is not gonna eat
Indian food. They like flesh, preferably living,
liberally coated in blood with a side order
of intestines and extra blood -
a bit like the French in that respect.
We've got nothing to lose.
If the worst comes to the worst
and the dino doesn't eat it, I'll scoff it meself.
(ROARS)
- That door won't hold out much longer.
- If only that T. Rex felt like I do now.
He wouldn't even need a curry.
- Don't put that stuff in. You'll spoil the taste.
- Right. Here he comes.
(CLANGING, POUNDING)
- (PURRING GROWL)
- It's loving it!
Maybe we should have made some poppadoms.
Gone the whole hog.
A whole hog?
Like it wasn't hard enough getting a whole cow?
(ROARS)
Think he wants a lager.
(GROWLING ROAR)
(WAILING GROAN)
It was a hot one, but I thought it could stand it.
(WAILS)
(SPLINTERING CRASH)
The time freeze must have...
If only those buttons were more clearly marked!
The rules on dinosaurs
aboard JMC mining ships are very clear.
No pets. Am I right?
Am I right?!
- Yes, sir.
- Have you any idea
- the damage that thing has caused?
- No, sir.
It has eaten our entire supply -
two and a half tons - of mint-choc ice cream.
I love mint-choc ice cream,
and that damn dino has eaten every last bit.
- We just wanted the time wand back, sir.
- It's also eaten 400 crates of orange ice pops,
and drunk all the Coca Cola.
Guess what.
- You love orange ice pops and Coca Cola.
- I LOVE orange ice pops and Coca Cola!
If you just let us...
Do you know what happens
when a dinosaur eats cow vindaloo,
then eats two and a half tons
of mint-choc ice cream,
followed by 400 crates of orange ice pops,
and swills the whole thing down
with 2,000 gallons of a popular fizzy drink?
Do you know what happens?
It burps?
Oh, it burps!
And do you know what happened
to the poor, brave men
who had the misfortune
to get in the way of that burp?
They went, "Phwoar!"
It took out the entire platoon,
hurling them 20 feet across the cargo bay wall.
I hope this one small dinosaur incident
won't tarnish an otherwise flawless record, sir.
Do you know what happens
when a dinosaur eats cow vindaloo,
two and a half tons of mint-choc ice cream,
followed by 400 crates of orange ice pops,
and swills it all down with 2,000 gallons
of a popular fizzy drink AFTER it's burped?
- It feels sick?
- Oh, no.
It doesn't FEEL sick, Rimmer.
It IS sick.
Five of our best men nearly drowned.
Two others are in hospital,
concussed by pieces of carrot
the size of tree trunks.
We are really deeply, deeply, deeply sorry, sir.
Do you know what happens
when a dinosaur has eaten cow vindaloo,
then eats two and a half tons
of mint-choc ice cream followed by...
- Oh, God, it didn't!
- It didn't what, Lister?
It didn't get a diarrhoea attack, did it?
100 per cent correct!
And do you know what happened to the
battalion that was sneaking up on the beast?
From behind?
Of which I was a proud member?
Do you know?
Do you know what happened?
- I've got a fair idea, sir.
- A fair idea, sir.
A tidal wave.
15 feet high.
I will be in therapy for the rest of my life.
I've had 12 baths and three showers.
Now, do you have anything to say?
I think you missed a bit
up your left nostril, sir.
Nobody knows how to work this thing.
It is sedated in the cargo bay.
Turn it back into a sparrow.
Sir, what about Bob? Did he show up?
Who the hell do you think landed on my head?
He is in repairs, being oiled.
Bring back the sparrow.
- And if you try anything smart, you're dead.
- Yes, sir.
And if I ever, ever, ever see you
in this office again,
you are finished.
See you in ten minutes?
See you in ten minutes?
See you in ten minutes?
See you in ten minutes?
See you in ten minutes?
See you in ten minutes?
Did you get punishment duty, too?
I've got to iron 800 prison smocks.
I don't understand.
Why do you get punishment duty
and I get a reward?
800! Bliss!
Did you see the captain's report?
The one lying open on his desk.
Did you see what it said about you? It used
the word "imbecile" four times in one sentence.
Oh, yeah? What were the other words
in the sentence?
Just your name and a dash.
You make two tiny mistakes - give the captain
a virus that eats all his hair off,
turn a sparrow into a dinosaur -
and you never hear the last of it!
(SIGHS) He really thinks I'm an imbecile? I'm
never going to make it into high command now.
Only people who know you
think you're an imbecile.
Everyone else thinks you're a moron.
He is a good captain, though, Captain Hollister -
on the ball. Quick.
Quick? The only time he's quick
is when he's passing a salad bar.
- You do admire him, though, don't ya?
- Admire him?
A man who has his own cinema
pick and mix factory in his quarters?
A man who has a walk-in fridge?
Who lists as his hobbies,
chewing and swallowing?
You did tell me once before, though,
you respect HIM, don't ya?
Respect him?
A man whose family crest is made
up of two cream buns and a profiterole?
A man who... He's standing behind me, isn't he?
Yes, he is.
I was just talking about you, sir. I was saying
what a big fat lump of blubber you are
and how that potato virus I contracted yesterday
has had no side effects.
(JABBERS)
You forgot this. You left it in my office.
Do you have any idea the damage that
this could cause if it got into the wrong hands?
Look after it!
You're there. I know you're there,
you little sod! Come on. Out! Out!
There's a mouse under here.
It's been scuttling around.
- It's not a mouse, ma'am. It's Archie.
- Archie?
My penis. It must have escaped.
I must get my ears syringed.
Do you know what that sounded like to me?
I made one.
Forget my ears. Maybe my whole brain
needs syringing. You made one?
Out of an electron board, a loo roll,
some sticky-backed plastic
and an Action Man's polo-neck jumper.
Kryten, why do you want one?
It's so humiliating being posted to the women's
wing just because I'm genitally challenged,
so I made one like Mr Lister's.
The little rascal must have got bored
jumping in and out of his hoop.
No wonder I couldn't lure him out with cheese.
This whole thing's making sense now.
Leave this to me, ma'am.
Here, Archie. Here, boy.
Chook-chook-chook.
- There he is!
- (TRILLING)
(ECHOING TRILLING)
- Do you realise what this means?
- No, ma'am.
- It means you're a real man.
- Why?
Because, like all men,
you have no control over your penis.
I'm so proud! Archie, come back!
All right, girls? New Canary mission.
- What?
- Untamed dino on the loose.
We're not going in
till we know what we're doing.
That could take years.
Point that thing at yourself by mistake
and you could wind up as a sperm.
- Is that what you want?
- Hell, no!
None of my suits will fit!
If that gizmo thing don't work,
Captain says we've gotta get that T. Rex.
- We ain't using no guns.
- Guns are for wusses.
It's gonna be hand-to-hand combat.
A fist fight with a T. Rex?
Yeah, but them T. Rexes, mate, they only got
little arms. They ain't got no reach.
I'll just pick it off.
- Can't reach anything with them little arms.
- That's probably why they're a bit grumpy.
- Oh, my God!
- What?
- Something's wrong!
- What do you mean, man?
Something's inside me and it wants to get out!
Agh!
Help!
(TRILLING)
- What is it?
- I think it's Archie, sir.
- It's who?
- He probably followed us.
He must have dozed off
in the Cat's pocket and just woke up.
Who the smeg is Archie?
Don't be alarmed, sir.
It's just my penis is on the loose.
(CAT YELLS)
(YELLING)
We wanna barney with Barney.
Don't want any sane people spoiling it.
Death or glory. Yee-hah!
Hang on, guys. Wait a minute.
(GRUNTS)
This thing's useless.
Say goodbye to your teeth!
Agh!
We're getting our butts kicked
and it doesn't hurt.
See? I'm not even bleeding.
You're right.
They put your bodies
on a different time stream to the rest of you.
Let's go!
You lost the time wand?
- We were ambushed, sir.
- By whom?
- First of all by...
- (RIMMER PROTESTS)
- Then we were jumped by... Sir.
- (PROTESTS)
That's it?
OK. No more Mr Nice Guy.
No more second chances.
You get that time wand back.
You get that sparrow back.
And if you step outta line one more time,
one more time,
you're dead, do you understand?
What was that?
I feel... Ooh!
What the hell is going on?
The effects of the fight have caught up with us.
Get out of here, both of you!
Out!
Agh!
Getting that time wand back could take for ever.
They can zap us with it
and turn us into anything.
I don't think getting it back
is gonna be much of a problem.
(GRUNTING)
(GENTLE SNORING)
- (RIMMER) It's going to go wrong, isn't it?
- I've just got to press "Undo".
The time wand will undo everything it's done.
We'll even get Birdman back.
- Something's gonna go wrong.
- Will you relax?
Birdman's boots.
Now to get the rest of him back.
Pete ate me!
He ate me!
He must be really out of sorts.
He's never eaten me before.
Never.
Pete!
- (TWEETING)
- Do you want some seed?
- Now destroy the time wand.
- This machine's priceless.
Destroy it.
(CRACKING)
What are we gonna do now?
Now rebuild the time wand.
It's absolutely priceless!
Stop that dinosaur!
- It's gone in the lift!
- Get it back!
Oh! That coconut milk felt great.
Oh, I'm such a wreck!
(MOANS)
Whoa!
(MOANS) That's great.
Oh! There's a certain roughness
about your touch that really hits the spot!
(BELLOWING ROAR)
The hole, sir.
(SONG) It's cold outside,
there's no kind of atmosphere
I'm all alone, more or less
Let me fly far away from here
Fun, fun, fun
In the sun, sun, sun
I want to lie, shipwrecked and comatose
Drinking fresh mango juice
Goldfish shoals, nibbling at my toes
Fun, fun, fun
In the sun, sun, sun
Fun, fun, fun
In the sun, sun, sun
(LISTER) They're frozen on the spot.
Yvonne McGruder did this
when I tried to kiss her.
This'll drive them crazy!
This machine digitises time -
we can release jets of it.
It's restored your hair to a previous time period.
It was an accident.
Hot Bovril.
Agh!
- Fix him with the time wand.
- Watch this.
And this is Pete.
The excitement of being free has killed him!
He really loved that bird.
It was the only thing that kept him going.
I think the time wand could bring Pete back
to life - make him young and strong again.
Watch.
("RED DWARF" THEME)
Where did Barney's ugly brother come from?
From Pete, sir. Birds are descended
from dinosaurs.
I inadvertently reversed evolution
several million years.
Is that you, Pete?
Birdman!
What now, sir?
Follow the Rimmer-shaped blur!
Hey, Pete!
Eat me!
Here, Bob. Catch!
(POUNDING FOOTSTEPS)
Bob!
(ROARS)
Bob!
(BOB SQUEAKS)
Come on, Kryten. Hurry up!
Leg-it mode, sir.
- We've lost the time wand.
- How are we gonna get rid of that thing now?
We're finished!
Stop yelling. Let's think our way out of this.
We're finished!
Shut up and get a grip, man.
I'm sorry. It's just I was...
Look, I'm better now.
- Can I just say one thing?
- Go on.
We're finished!
Hol, we've been cornered
by a T. Rex that was formerly a sparrow.
The only thing that can turn it back into a bird
is in its stomach. Any ideas?
- Do you want the long or the short version?
- Ooh... Long.
You're finished.
What's the short version?
Bye.
- Kryten.
- Yes, ma'am?
How long will it take for Pete
to pass the time wand out of his system?
I don't have that information in my database.
My programmers, for some insane reason,
believed dinosaur bowel movement
frequency tables wouldn't be required. Imbeciles!
What's your suggestion?
The quicker we get the time wand back,
the better, right? So why don't we lure Pete
into the food bay
and get him to eat some roughage?
Get a T. Rex to eat roughage?
Yeah! All Bran, prunes, baked beans on toast.
That sort of stuff.
We can't get Lister to eat that,
let alone a dinosaur.
The more roughage,
the quicker we get the time wand back.
- Have you got a better idea?
- Yes, I have.
I'm going to kill myself.
(ROARING)
We've got to keep
this dinosaur business quiet or we're dead.
Keep him quiet?
He's rampaging about the food decks,
making more noise
than two yodelling champions on honeymoon.
- Everyone will have heard him by now.
- But, sir, the crew are frozen,
operating on a different time stream.
If we can turn Pete back into a sparrow
before the freeze expires,
- no one need be any the wiser.
- He's right.
I listened to everything he said,
and I still ain't got a clue what's happening.
(ROARS)
(KRYTEN) Right over, sir.
Right over.
Cow vindaloo?
It's not gonna work.
- Of course it's gonna work.
- T. Rexes don't like curry.
They're hard, aren't they?
Of course they like curries!
If a T. Rex was a bloke, he'd be a Geordie -
the kind of guy who wears T-shirts in winter
and his nipples don't even get hard.
A seven-ton theropod is not gonna eat
Indian food. They like flesh, preferably living,
liberally coated in blood with a side order
of intestines and extra blood -
a bit like the French in that respect.
We've got nothing to lose.
If the worst comes to the worst
and the dino doesn't eat it, I'll scoff it meself.
(ROARS)
- That door won't hold out much longer.
- If only that T. Rex felt like I do now.
He wouldn't even need a curry.
- Don't put that stuff in. You'll spoil the taste.
- Right. Here he comes.
(CLANGING, POUNDING)
- (PURRING GROWL)
- It's loving it!
Maybe we should have made some poppadoms.
Gone the whole hog.
A whole hog?
Like it wasn't hard enough getting a whole cow?
(ROARS)
Think he wants a lager.
(GROWLING ROAR)
(WAILING GROAN)
It was a hot one, but I thought it could stand it.
(WAILS)
(SPLINTERING CRASH)
The time freeze must have...
If only those buttons were more clearly marked!
The rules on dinosaurs
aboard JMC mining ships are very clear.
No pets. Am I right?
Am I right?!
- Yes, sir.
- Have you any idea
- the damage that thing has caused?
- No, sir.
It has eaten our entire supply -
two and a half tons - of mint-choc ice cream.
I love mint-choc ice cream,
and that damn dino has eaten every last bit.
- We just wanted the time wand back, sir.
- It's also eaten 400 crates of orange ice pops,
and drunk all the Coca Cola.
Guess what.
- You love orange ice pops and Coca Cola.
- I LOVE orange ice pops and Coca Cola!
If you just let us...
Do you know what happens
when a dinosaur eats cow vindaloo,
then eats two and a half tons
of mint-choc ice cream,
followed by 400 crates of orange ice pops,
and swills the whole thing down
with 2,000 gallons of a popular fizzy drink?
Do you know what happens?
It burps?
Oh, it burps!
And do you know what happened
to the poor, brave men
who had the misfortune
to get in the way of that burp?
They went, "Phwoar!"
It took out the entire platoon,
hurling them 20 feet across the cargo bay wall.
I hope this one small dinosaur incident
won't tarnish an otherwise flawless record, sir.
Do you know what happens
when a dinosaur eats cow vindaloo,
two and a half tons of mint-choc ice cream,
followed by 400 crates of orange ice pops,
and swills it all down with 2,000 gallons
of a popular fizzy drink AFTER it's burped?
- It feels sick?
- Oh, no.
It doesn't FEEL sick, Rimmer.
It IS sick.
Five of our best men nearly drowned.
Two others are in hospital,
concussed by pieces of carrot
the size of tree trunks.
We are really deeply, deeply, deeply sorry, sir.
Do you know what happens
when a dinosaur has eaten cow vindaloo,
then eats two and a half tons
of mint-choc ice cream followed by...
- Oh, God, it didn't!
- It didn't what, Lister?
It didn't get a diarrhoea attack, did it?
100 per cent correct!
And do you know what happened to the
battalion that was sneaking up on the beast?
From behind?
Of which I was a proud member?
Do you know?
Do you know what happened?
- I've got a fair idea, sir.
- A fair idea, sir.
A tidal wave.
15 feet high.
I will be in therapy for the rest of my life.
I've had 12 baths and three showers.
Now, do you have anything to say?
I think you missed a bit
up your left nostril, sir.
Nobody knows how to work this thing.
It is sedated in the cargo bay.
Turn it back into a sparrow.
Sir, what about Bob? Did he show up?
Who the hell do you think landed on my head?
He is in repairs, being oiled.
Bring back the sparrow.
- And if you try anything smart, you're dead.
- Yes, sir.
And if I ever, ever, ever see you
in this office again,
you are finished.
See you in ten minutes?
See you in ten minutes?
See you in ten minutes?
See you in ten minutes?
See you in ten minutes?
See you in ten minutes?
Did you get punishment duty, too?
I've got to iron 800 prison smocks.
I don't understand.
Why do you get punishment duty
and I get a reward?
800! Bliss!
Did you see the captain's report?
The one lying open on his desk.
Did you see what it said about you? It used
the word "imbecile" four times in one sentence.
Oh, yeah? What were the other words
in the sentence?
Just your name and a dash.
You make two tiny mistakes - give the captain
a virus that eats all his hair off,
turn a sparrow into a dinosaur -
and you never hear the last of it!
(SIGHS) He really thinks I'm an imbecile? I'm
never going to make it into high command now.
Only people who know you
think you're an imbecile.
Everyone else thinks you're a moron.
He is a good captain, though, Captain Hollister -
on the ball. Quick.
Quick? The only time he's quick
is when he's passing a salad bar.
- You do admire him, though, don't ya?
- Admire him?
A man who has his own cinema
pick and mix factory in his quarters?
A man who has a walk-in fridge?
Who lists as his hobbies,
chewing and swallowing?
You did tell me once before, though,
you respect HIM, don't ya?
Respect him?
A man whose family crest is made
up of two cream buns and a profiterole?
A man who... He's standing behind me, isn't he?
Yes, he is.
I was just talking about you, sir. I was saying
what a big fat lump of blubber you are
and how that potato virus I contracted yesterday
has had no side effects.
(JABBERS)
You forgot this. You left it in my office.
Do you have any idea the damage that
this could cause if it got into the wrong hands?
Look after it!
You're there. I know you're there,
you little sod! Come on. Out! Out!
There's a mouse under here.
It's been scuttling around.
- It's not a mouse, ma'am. It's Archie.
- Archie?
My penis. It must have escaped.
I must get my ears syringed.
Do you know what that sounded like to me?
I made one.
Forget my ears. Maybe my whole brain
needs syringing. You made one?
Out of an electron board, a loo roll,
some sticky-backed plastic
and an Action Man's polo-neck jumper.
Kryten, why do you want one?
It's so humiliating being posted to the women's
wing just because I'm genitally challenged,
so I made one like Mr Lister's.
The little rascal must have got bored
jumping in and out of his hoop.
No wonder I couldn't lure him out with cheese.
This whole thing's making sense now.
Leave this to me, ma'am.
Here, Archie. Here, boy.
Chook-chook-chook.
- There he is!
- (TRILLING)
(ECHOING TRILLING)
- Do you realise what this means?
- No, ma'am.
- It means you're a real man.
- Why?
Because, like all men,
you have no control over your penis.
I'm so proud! Archie, come back!
All right, girls? New Canary mission.
- What?
- Untamed dino on the loose.
We're not going in
till we know what we're doing.
That could take years.
Point that thing at yourself by mistake
and you could wind up as a sperm.
- Is that what you want?
- Hell, no!
None of my suits will fit!
If that gizmo thing don't work,
Captain says we've gotta get that T. Rex.
- We ain't using no guns.
- Guns are for wusses.
It's gonna be hand-to-hand combat.
A fist fight with a T. Rex?
Yeah, but them T. Rexes, mate, they only got
little arms. They ain't got no reach.
I'll just pick it off.
- Can't reach anything with them little arms.
- That's probably why they're a bit grumpy.
- Oh, my God!
- What?
- Something's wrong!
- What do you mean, man?
Something's inside me and it wants to get out!
Agh!
Help!
(TRILLING)
- What is it?
- I think it's Archie, sir.
- It's who?
- He probably followed us.
He must have dozed off
in the Cat's pocket and just woke up.
Who the smeg is Archie?
Don't be alarmed, sir.
It's just my penis is on the loose.
(CAT YELLS)
(YELLING)
We wanna barney with Barney.
Don't want any sane people spoiling it.
Death or glory. Yee-hah!
Hang on, guys. Wait a minute.
(GRUNTS)
This thing's useless.
Say goodbye to your teeth!
Agh!
We're getting our butts kicked
and it doesn't hurt.
See? I'm not even bleeding.
You're right.
They put your bodies
on a different time stream to the rest of you.
Let's go!
You lost the time wand?
- We were ambushed, sir.
- By whom?
- First of all by...
- (RIMMER PROTESTS)
- Then we were jumped by... Sir.
- (PROTESTS)
That's it?
OK. No more Mr Nice Guy.
No more second chances.
You get that time wand back.
You get that sparrow back.
And if you step outta line one more time,
one more time,
you're dead, do you understand?
What was that?
I feel... Ooh!
What the hell is going on?
The effects of the fight have caught up with us.
Get out of here, both of you!
Out!
Agh!
Getting that time wand back could take for ever.
They can zap us with it
and turn us into anything.
I don't think getting it back
is gonna be much of a problem.
(GRUNTING)
(GENTLE SNORING)
- (RIMMER) It's going to go wrong, isn't it?
- I've just got to press "Undo".
The time wand will undo everything it's done.
We'll even get Birdman back.
- Something's gonna go wrong.
- Will you relax?
Birdman's boots.
Now to get the rest of him back.
Pete ate me!
He ate me!
He must be really out of sorts.
He's never eaten me before.
Never.
Pete!
- (TWEETING)
- Do you want some seed?
- Now destroy the time wand.
- This machine's priceless.
Destroy it.
(CRACKING)
What are we gonna do now?
Now rebuild the time wand.
It's absolutely priceless!
Stop that dinosaur!
- It's gone in the lift!
- Get it back!
Oh! That coconut milk felt great.
Oh, I'm such a wreck!
(MOANS)
Whoa!
(MOANS) That's great.
Oh! There's a certain roughness
about your touch that really hits the spot!
(BELLOWING ROAR)
The hole, sir.
(SONG) It's cold outside,
there's no kind of atmosphere
I'm all alone, more or less
Let me fly far away from here
Fun, fun, fun
In the sun, sun, sun
I want to lie, shipwrecked and comatose
Drinking fresh mango juice
Goldfish shoals, nibbling at my toes
Fun, fun, fun
In the sun, sun, sun
Fun, fun, fun
In the sun, sun, sun