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Detectives down under

badgermonkey:
"Mr W, why are you singing?"

"It's a request from t'client, that dear boy Dickie."

"But do you have to sing 'I Feel Pretty' in an orcish growl?"

"He asked me to."

lobelia321:
"Sing that golden oldie 'I'm Too Sexy for My Shirt'."

"Why, Richie?"

"So thet I can take it off for you."

"I'm not sure what my assistant will say about that."

badgermonkey:
"Just because you pay us, Rich, you think you can make Mr W do whatever you want."

"Yis, he sid you might be julous; come here and I'll pay you in kind."

Duck miscellany

badgermonkey:
"Dom, ut appeahs thet you hev something in your eye, lit me git ut for you."

"OK, Rich-- wait, that's not my eye! And why do you have to use your tongue?"

lobelia321:
"You look different today, Rich."

"Yus, I appear to have mislaid my spectacles, Andy. I'll have to do the body moulding by touch."

"Oh, you're quite blind, aren't you?"

badgermonkey:
"Richard, after all those speeches, you must be very accomplished in the art of persuasion."

"Let me test out my powers of rhetoric on you, Andrew..."

lobelia321:
"Wow, that's one impressive mantelpiece, Rich; groaning under awards!"

"Yis, you can touch them, if you want."

"These Oscars feel like-- hm."

"Why not compare?"

badgermonkey:
"What's this string around your neck, Richard?"

"Ut's keeping my glasses on; they fall off when I bend over."

"Bend over like... this?"

"Yis, thet's ut!"