[Professor Vrooshka cleans her dirty caravan but finds her scrubbing brush isn't up to standard to do the job]  Prof. Anna Vrooshka : Ahh, scrubber. Scrubber no working, borrowing from comrades. Prof. Anna Vrooshka : Excuse please, ahh this is nice, this is very nice, no? Prof. Anna Vrooshka : In this caravan your not getting much crumpet, no? Arthur Upmore : Pardon? Prof. Anna Vrooshka : CRUMPET. Arthur Upmore : Yes that's what I thought you said. Prof. Anna Vrooshka : You see, I am keeping a, how you say, a dirrrty caravan. Arthur Upmore : Keeping a what? Prof. Anna Vrooshka : You see, I am having birds in my caravan you want to come and see? Arthur Upmore : No thank you, not just now. Prof. Anna Vrooshka : Therefore, I am going round camp looking for scrubbers. Arthur Upmore : Really?

[Linda's mother brings her cacti on holiday with her]  Linda Upmore : Mummy your not bringing them are you? Daphne Barnes : Well I can't leave them at home, they'll die. Arthur Upmore : Good. Daphne Barnes : Did you say something? Arthur Upmore : I said good, we've nearly finished packing. [Daphne asks the taxi driver who brought her plants to put them somewhere safe, but Arthur gets a prodd from the Cactus on his bottom]  Daphne Barnes : Put that on the table will you? Arthur Upmore : AHH! BLOODY HELL! Daphne Barnes : Arthur, there is no need for that! Arthur Upmore : Oh deary me, bless me soul, I do believe I nearly said a rude word, which is not suprising since I nearly got a cactus spike right up my a... Daphne Barnes : ARTHUR!