Vacuuming Completely Nude in Paradise

Pete:
The lady downstairs has collapsed - in there! She's in there all... collapsed! And then, there was fire, and I'm puttin' it out. I kicked a door. Oh god, I didn't know! She's still lying there! She's in there, dead, dead I tell ya! Sheila's gone. Oh, Sheila left me. I was in the street, I went in there [Pete points to the old lady's room] , you came; I don't know what's happening. Say something.

Tommy Rag:
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Say it.

Pete:
No!

Tommy Rag:
Go on! Say it! Docious-ali-expi-fragilistic-ali-super! You're late! And you've got a partial picture of the 1966 England Wall Cop Squad on your forehead...

Tommy Rag:
You're a veritable tabby-eared and scorched scrapbook of the 20th century! I don't want to know why; I don't want to know how. I've entered into Monty Python's missing sketch.

Tommy Rag:
Ours is to sell or die.

Tommy Rag:
OK. Now you're no longer a virgin, now you've done your first sale, it's your exams. Go through the rules.

Pete:
Rule one: Give no quota. Two: Good breakfast. Three: Keep back cocked. Four: Seconds lead to sales. Five: Act like a spent knob.

Tommy Rag:
What's rule number six?

Pete:
Oh, come on. What?

Tommy Rag:
Rule number six! There are no rules. You've passed.