Ewan: How many more are you going to take? I'm freezing my backside off here.
Amy: I could warm it up for you, Ewan.
Ewan: Sounds promising.
[Amy swats Ewan's backside hard]
Ewan: Aaah! That wasn't quite what I had in mind.
Dr. Simon Cotter: [talking about the 'water horse'] You're assuming she likes sunshine; I reckon she prefers rain.
Paul: She. Ah. You think it's female, do you?
Dr. Simon Cotter: An elusive creature pursued by men at great cost for little reward; no no no, she's a female all right. Redhead probably.
Hamish: These are without doubt the most catastrophic set of accounts I've seen in 50 years. Enjoy. Oh, the page for thickos, otherwise known as the Executive Summary, is on page 5.