Where is your respirator? 
Nicked. 
Hm? 
Captain - kiss tell. 
WHAT? 
[The song is an instrumental] 
[outro sample on You're In A Bad Way version:]
Each year at this time, five-and-twenty past two, I'm peculiarly partial to a drop of traditional spong-bake. Purchase or hire thirty-eight ripe spongs. Wheel them home, and shoot them. Then simply bake them, and eat them once. The end.