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Celia: Where are we?
Cyril: We're in the land of poo. Duck poo, hen poo, cow poo, goat poo. Poo as far as the eye can see.
Blenkinsop: Here we are then. Out you get.
Cyril: In fact, it's a British museum of poo.
Celia: Have you gone completely insane, Blenkinsop? Mummy would never send me to a place like this. Take me home.
[Screams as Vincent frightens her] You see?! They are savages. I refuse to leave the car!
Cyril: Oh, put a sock in it, Cels! We've got no choice.
Celia: Take me home right now!
Cyril: And you know why we haven't got a choice too. So let's just stop pretending we're here because of bombs.
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Cyril: Greetings, all covered-in-poo people. Do you speak English?
Norman: You're early.
Cyril: Yes, poo man. We've come from far away. Far. From the land of soap and indoor toilets.