- Debbie: All right, Major, you'd better tell me all about this glockenspiel of yours. Was there something special about it?
- Major Happy: Spe-? I should coco! It was magical, wasn't it?
- Debbie: Magical?
- Major Happy: Yes, it was all gold and... I well, magical.
- [first lines]
- Thomas: Grandad! Grandad! He's not here.
- Debbie: Never mind. Some other time.
- Thomas: No, it's alright. Grandad won't mind.
- Debbie: Well...
- Thomas: Course he won't! Shop's shut. So we won't be disturbing anyone.
- Debbie: Great. Where are these records of yours then.
- Thomas: Up in my room. On the shelf. You go and get them, while I find the record player.
- Debbie: Right.
- Major Happy: My name is Happy. Major Happy.
- Debbie: Well you don't look very happy to me.
- Major Happy: Well is it any wonder, stuck up here like a fairy on a Christmas tree without a wand! Is it any wonder, eh, I ask you, is it, eh?
- Major Happy: There's a bad apple in the barrel.
- Debbie: A bad apple by the name of T-Bag.
- Major Happy: Ah. You've hit the nail right on the head there, me dear.
- Debbie: Not again. Suppose you'll be needing my help then.
- T. Bag: [referring to her new High Tea / T-Plant] Exactly! It flourishes up here in the mountains. Even more power packed than my last evil weed! Fragrant and fiendish. Delicious and dangerous. So get brewing! Fast.
- Major Happy: I'll be here. Do not fret. Ever alert. Manning the fort until you return. I wish you well. I wish you good luck. And I wish you'd hurry up.