Great Mighty Poo:
Now I'm really getting rather mad, you're like a niggly tickly shitty little tag nut. When I've knocked you out with all my bab, I'm going to take your head and ram it up my butt.

Conker:
Your butt?

Great Mighty Poo:
My butt.

Conker:
Your butt?

Great Mighty Poo:
That's right my butt.

Conker:
Uh.

Great Mighty Poo:
My butt.

Conker:
Uh.

Great Mighty Poo:
My buuutt!

Conker:
It's true what they say. The grass is always greener, and you really don't know what it is you have, until it's gone... gone... gone.

Conker:
Well, here I am! Conker the King... king of all the land! Who'd a thought that? But how did I come to this, you say? And who are those strange fellows that surround my throne? That you also say! Well. It's a long story. Come closer and I'll tell you. It all started... yesterday. And what a day that was! It's what I call... a bad fur day!

The Great Mighty Poo:
Ah! You cursed squirrel! Look what you've done! I'm flushing! I'm flushing! Oh, what a world, what a world! Who'd have thought a good little squirrel like you could destroyed my beautiful clagginess! Ah! I'm going! Oh! Ahh! No! Aaaaaaah!

Conker:
Huh huh! Now that's what I call a bowel movement!

Conker:
Aren't you a little short to be a Grim Reaper?

Conker:
Yeah... that's a good point, and well made.

Conker:
The Squirrel.

Conker:
Why? Is there a problem with that?

Conker:
Oh really!

Conker:
Oh, I see! So I'm not dead!

Conker:
Huh! Right! I'll be off then!

Conker:
Um... well... sounds a bit strange, but okay.

Conker:
What is it, the testing department's day off or something?

Conker:
What? I don't have a daughter!

Conker:
Oh... man! It's gonna be a long day...

Conker:
How much?

Conker:
What?

Carl the Cog:
Fuck off!

Conker:
Why is everyone so offensive around here?

Carl the Cog:
Either bring me back me missing cogs, or fuck off!

Conker:
You don't have to shout.

Carl the Cog:
I'm deaf! Speak up or fuck off!

Conker:
Were you parents related? Like before they were married?

Conker:
The... the big what?

Conker:
Oh, really?

Conker:
A bounce? Okay... now this is what I call a platform game!

Conker:
It certainly is...

Conker:
Oh, hi.

Conker:
Oh, um... this place really smells...

Conker:
Oh, really, that's interesting...

Conker:
Um...

Conker:
Oh, charming...

Mr. Barrel:
Want to go for a ride?

Conker:
Not Really.

Mr. Barrel:
Not really, What?

Conker:
A ride...

Mr. Barrel:
A ride, yeah, lets go for a ride.

Conker:
Right, now to sort out the ransom... err... rescue the little girl!

Private Rodent:
Now I remember *countdown*

Private Rodent:
Ohhhhh Sh...