Rick: God, you utter bastard, Vyvyan! You utter, utter bastard! YOU BROKE THE PAGE!

Vyvyan: God, whenever something is broken, eaten or blown up around here, it's 'Vyvyan, Vyvyan, Vyvyan'!

Mike: That's because you always do it, Vyv.

Vyvyan: Ah! Usually an unquestionable universal truth, Michael, but in this case, don't look at me!

Rick: [snort] I wouldn't want to! HA! Did everyone hear what I said? It was really funny! I said-

Vyvyan: Oh shut up, Rick, you ugly poo-face git!

Neil: Like, there's not much point in me telling you this, right, 'cause no one ever listens to me anyway, because you all really hate me and you always hassel me, right, and your negative energy always brings me down-

Rick: Oh, shut up, Neil!

Neil: See, just like that, right? Nobody cares what I think, even though I'm the only one who, like, ever does any work around here. It's all right for me to, like, do all the cleaning and all the cooking, right, but I'm never allowed to-

Vyvyan: Oh, shut up, Neil, before I get really ridiculously violent with your head! Hippie!

Rick: [snort] Yeah, you filthy hippie! Nobody cares what you think!

Neil: But guys...

Vyvyan: Shut up, Rick!

[Vyvyan smashes a Vodka bottle over Rick's head]

Neil: Guys, listen...

Rick: Oh God! That does it, Vyvyan, that really, really does it! Now you listen to me, matey, I'm going to write a poem about this! YES! I, the People's Poet, am going to write a poem about how horrid, and dreadful and smelly you are, and what a fascist you are. That's right; a fascist! [snort] I bet you'd make a great pig Vyvyan - Lordie knows you're violent enough! [snort] And when all the Kids read my poem and find out what a... a... a violent fascist pig you are, they'll all rally against you in a protest - ha! And then you'll be sorry!

Vyvyan: Shit!

Rick: Yeah, I bet you really regret it now, Vyvyan, but it's too late! You can't take it back!

Vyvyan: Not about your stupid girlie poem, bum-face! There was still some Vodka left in that bottle!

Neil: Listen guys, I don't want to be, like, a drag or anything, bringing everybody down, right?

Rick: A bit ruddy late for that, isn't it, Neil?

Neil: But, like... this is a 404. And everybody who's reading it is, like, on the completely wrong page!

Mike: He's right, you know. But never fear, Mike The Cool Person, as always, has the perfect solution.

Vyvyan: Mindless violence?

Mike: Why not?

Rick: Only in Thatcher's ruddy Britain, eh?

[Vyvyan spins round and punches Neil]

Neil: Oh, wow... Heavy. [Neil faints]

Rick: Well, that solves that problem, but what about the webpage?

Mike: Que credits!