Rollo: "What is that?"
Laraby: "That is an anteater. Not to close, he's very angry."
Laraby: "Oh, he's got a wicked temperature sir."
Rollo: "Devistates small towns do they?"
Laraby: "No not really..."
Rollo: "Stop! stop. stop."
Laraby: "Look at the claws sir, they're diabolical."
Rollo: "Laraby, you did not need three guns to recapture this, a sharp stick would have sufficed."
Laraby: "Sharp stick! Believe you me sir, these jaws..."
Rollo: "It's an anteater, not a man eater."
Laraby: "What you be saying if he went over there jumped into that pram? What would you be saying to the childs's mama now?"
Rollo: "I'd be saying madaam, you are the victim of an 8 billion to one chance. A leaping anteater; an evolutionary mutant, previously unknown to science."