Blake: Bloody English weather.
Gan: Ok, nobodyīs looking, grab it!
Blake: Right, Iīll get the trunk, you hold the roots
BLAKE: So what is this accursed place?
GAN: I call it, Gantoria!
Blake: perhaps we should try nearer the docks
Busy gazing at the lesser-spotted green warbler, Blake and Gan are blissfully unaware of the tree creeping up behind them
Blake, this is not Sherwood Forest, we are not fighting King John and the Sheriff of Nottingham and I am not Little John.
While Gan wasnīt looking, Blake prepared to cock his leg up the same tree Avon had peed on earlier...
Ho ho ho! Green gi-ant!
Gan: "This surface is a bit squishy..."
Blake: "Thatīs why I always wear wellies..."
Blake: Gan, that parrot on your shoulder is way too small ya know.
Gan: Yeah?, hehe, well that white duck on your head doesnīt look so cool either. Cīmon, pass the doobie, she ainīt looking.
Blake: Iīm sure Avon said heīd meet us here at 8, itīs very unlike him to miss a satanic ritual.
Blake and Gan look around carefully, sure that some of the trees were Ents...
Blake "Aright , have it your own way , you can be Hercules , just so long as I can be Xena"
"Now , where`s my chakrum got to"
# easter bunny season open #
G: What is this stuff?
B: Oh, itīs just Jenna using her hairspray again!
Avon! Vila! This isnīt funny, get us out of here! Avon! Avon!
Play misty for me!
B: So, how does this part go again?
G: Put your hands on your hips, then bring your knees in tight... No, no! Youīll never learn the Time Warp!
Gan: Where is Buffy when you need her?
Blake "I`ll trade you a full box of king size Snickers for a bite of that Nestle Caramac bar"
Blake "Just a nibble then"
"I thought we used lead free cars these days!"
Blake: "Gan... I think weīve walked onto the īHounds of the Baskervilleī set?"
Blake whiled away hours by getting Gan to "LOOK UP THERE!" yet again then poking his tongue out.
Gan: Are you sure itīs a good idea to stand under this streetlight with our hands on our hips like this?
Blake: Donīt worry, itīs all part of the plan, anyway you did remember to wear that industrially reinforced underwear we made for the mission didnīt you? .... didnīt you? .... Gan?
Gan: Avon - TELEPORT NOW!
Gan: Three leaves, four leaves, five.......
Blake: One brain cell, tw- ........nope thats is
Blake: Which way now then "Little John"? (snigger)
Gan: Iīm gonna hit you SOOOO hard!!?
Blake: "Plaant yure braassicas in May, cuvvur theirmm... in Mulch..."
Ah, itīs good to (cof) get out of the city (hack) into the countryside (choke gag) and breathe in the fresh (splutter hack gag braaack hack hack...)
To Blake and Ganīs consternation, the dry ice machine in the leather bar had been set to "eleven".
Gan-"Isnīt that cute! Avonīs found a bear cub."
Gan-"Heīs right in front of the mother bear... oops."
Blake: "Pssst! Wanna buy an Ewok?"
Gan: "Admit it Blake, you havenīt got a clue where the scout hut is have you?"
You know Blake, itīs a real shame that the studio sets wonīt match this location footage at all.
G: Weīve got to stop having beans for lunch.
GAN: The Larch! The Pine! The Giant Redwood tree! The Sequoia! The Little Whopping Rule Tree! Weīd sing! Sing! Sing!
BLAKE: Avon, the sedative.
blake: " Listen gan, if you so much as sing ī if we go down to the woodsī again, youīve hade it!!"
Gan "I think i`ll turn over a new leaf"
Blake "another one?"
"I think that spaceship`s landing near here"
"It`s landing VERY near here"
"Oh $#!%()* !!!"
Gan: " Listen Blake, itīs no good! - I canīt see the forest for the trees"
Gan tried to ignore Blakeīs `jokeī that heīd found a foolproof way of getting wood without looking at Jenna.
Gan: You know, itīs places like this that make me wish weīd done "Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves".
Blake: What makes you say that?
Gan: Well, Vila would look perfect in tights and a little green hat.....
Blake: My goodness, itīs Orlando Bloom.....
Gan: You silly man....thatīs Legolas Greenleaf. Havenīt you ever read Tolkien?
Gan: Are you sure these sulfuric acid mists are safe?
Blake: Bloody hell, we forgot the environmental suits!!!!!!! Acckkk....
Gan: Bugger. 19th century London again.
Blake: And where is that artful dodger Vila?