- McLarry: And what might your name be, lass?
- Lorna Doone: Perhaps, you've heard of it. 'Tis Lorna Doone.
- McShemp: Hi, Lorna. How ya doin'?
- McPherson: The taxi awaits, Milord.
- The Earl of Glenheather: One moment, I must have instructions for these lads.
- McPherson: Beg pardon, Sir, but it's tuppence a minute for waiting time!
- [Earl looks up in shock, bounds out of chair and races out of castle, knocking down Angus on the way!]