Stanley: Is Ollie going to be OK?
Piers: He was just a bit under the weather, but I think he responded to my natural authority with children.
Janet: You see, mum. I said he was fine.
[removes a 'Kick Me' sign from Piers's back]
Piers: He might be a bit lacking in vitamins. He just needs to eat plenty of greens.
Ella: Aah, isn't this nice. Let me take a photo, now we're all one big happy family.
Janet: Except Piers isn't family, mum. I'm married to *George*.
Ella: I can dream.
Mrs Raven: I'll have to start going to church again.
Mrs Raven: I used to go regularly, just to throw confetti.
Janet: Aaah. I do like a good wedding.
Mrs Raven: This was at funerals.
Tyler: So, how'd it go last night?
Janet: You should have come! George served up compost.
George: It was either that or tofu, and no-one should ever have to eat that.
George: What a day.
Janet: Mmm, thirty-five ice ages in ten hours is quite a day.
George: Too far one way, then too far the other. It was like being in the shower.
Janet: But it's OK now?
George: Of course. Now, can I make the earth move just for you?
Janet: Not if you use that old line you can't.
[goes to the window to close it]
Janet: George, why are there five moons?
George: Oh. I thought it would be better for everybody if I moved us to another galaxy altogether. I've worked it out: it means no more global warming, no need for an ozone layer, and guaranteed harmony with nature.
Janet: Well, brilliant.
George: Oh, except for the five-foot moths.