Text on screen: In 1970, the British Empire lay in ruins, and foreign
nationalists frequented the streets - many of them Hungarians(not the
streets - the foreign nationals). Anyway, many of these Hungarians went
into tobacconist's shops to buy cigarettes....
A Hungarian tourist approaches the clerk. The tourist is reading haltingly
from a phrase book.
Trunks: I will not buy this record, it is scratched.
Goku: Sorry?
Trunks: I will not buy this record, it is scratched.
Goku: Uh, no, no, no. This is a tobacconist's.
Trunks: Ah! I will not buy this *tobacconist's*, it is scratched.
Goku: No, no, no, no. Tobacco...um...cigarettes (holds up a pack).
Trunks: Ya! See-gar-ets! Ya! Uh...My hovercraft is full of eels.
Goku: Sorry?
Trunks: My hovercraft (pantomimes puffing a cigarette)...is full of eels (pretends to strike a match).
Goku: Ahh, matches!
Trunks: Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! Do you waaaaant...do you waaaaaant...to come back to my place, bouncy bouncy?
Goku: Here, I don't think you're using that thing right.
Trunks: You great poof.
Goku: That'll be six and six, please.
Trunks: If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me? I...I am no longer infected.
Goku: Uh, may I, uh...(takes phrase book, flips through it)...Costs six and six...ah, here we are. (speaks weird Hungarian-sounding words) Trunks punches Goku. Meanwhile, a policeman on a quiet street cups his ear as if hearing a cry of distress. He sprints for many blocks and finally enters the tobacconist's.
Yamcha: What's going on here then?
Trunks: Ah. You have beautiful thighs.
Yamcha: (looks down at himself) WHAT?!?
Goku: He hit me!
Trunks: Drop your panties, Sir William; I cannot wait 'til lunchtime. (points at Goku)
Yamcha: RIGHT!!! (drags Trunks away by the arm)
Trunks: (indignantly) My nipples explode with delight!
Trunks: I will not buy this record, it is scratched.
Goku: Sorry?
Trunks: I will not buy this record, it is scratched.
Goku: Uh, no, no, no. This is a tobacconist's.
Trunks: Ah! I will not buy this *tobacconist's*, it is scratched.
Goku: No, no, no, no. Tobacco...um...cigarettes (holds up a pack).
Trunks: Ya! See-gar-ets! Ya! Uh...My hovercraft is full of eels.
Goku: Sorry?
Trunks: My hovercraft (pantomimes puffing a cigarette)...is full of eels (pretends to strike a match).
Goku: Ahh, matches!
Trunks: Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! Do you waaaaant...do you waaaaaant...to come back to my place, bouncy bouncy?
Goku: Here, I don't think you're using that thing right.
Trunks: You great poof.
Goku: That'll be six and six, please.
Trunks: If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me? I...I am no longer infected.
Goku: Uh, may I, uh...(takes phrase book, flips through it)...Costs six and six...ah, here we are. (speaks weird Hungarian-sounding words) Trunks punches Goku. Meanwhile, a policeman on a quiet street cups his ear as if hearing a cry of distress. He sprints for many blocks and finally enters the tobacconist's.
Yamcha: What's going on here then?
Trunks: Ah. You have beautiful thighs.
Yamcha: (looks down at himself) WHAT?!?
Goku: He hit me!
Trunks: Drop your panties, Sir William; I cannot wait 'til lunchtime. (points at Goku)
Yamcha: RIGHT!!! (drags Trunks away by the arm)
Trunks: (indignantly) My nipples explode with delight!