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Father: Maybe we should move out of Mr Cole's Door Knocker's ear-shot before continuing this conversation...the walls not only have ears, they have mouthes...*stares at Mother* ... *stares at Vanessa* ... *stares at Jack* She's...actually, not my daughter...she's my step-daughter...

Father: Vanessa...this is Jack, Jack this is my...daughter, Vanessa. *cough* Vanessa, Jack is engaged. *sees Mother* Oh...hi honey. *sudden blush*

Father: Look, here Jack, you can't just go walking around the world with an illegitamate daughter being cared for by her mother for the rest of it's life! *glances past Jack to Vanessa* Oh, speak of the devil.

Yeah...*pats Prawnie on the head* I mean the multi-spaced train-coloured demented bunny-boys...

...the...no, not those multicoloured singing fluffy things...the other multidimentional fluffing silly things...

Father: *adjusts eyebrows*

Father: ...fell...on...knee? Jack, did you just say felony, or did you graze yourself?

He's a writer sort of chap, actually. *takes a sip of tea* He writes for...those fluffy multi-coloured things that sing, what are they again?

Father: ...maybe I need to commit murder...*glares at Jack*...She wont commit? Or you won't? Or the baby won't? Or the kitchen sink? Hmm?

*hands Prawnie a napkin* Don't say Jim Lewis with a mouthful of twiddle. But, yes, we are passing time and awaiting the imminent arrival of an interview with the chap.

*hands Prawnie a cheese twiddle* And for you, Dwayne, since you arn't hungry...a fat-free cheese twiddle.

Father: *crosses back across the road* You know, we really have to have a talk about the whole illegit issue...You realise, if you were to marry the woman, we could just go ahead and skip the 5 syllable words and just call it the Drago-Baby...

I was just...you know, making conversation...about...twiddley cheese sticks...

Cheese Twiddle?

Father: Well...he's a neighbour, he's a relation...he's a relation who is a neghbour!

Perhaps they mean the music during the baseball diamond fight? The whole, "Duh-duh-duh-derm-du-du-du" thing going on there. Lyrics written by Joe though...that doesn't make logic, or sound like sense.

Father: *addresses the silver lionhead knocker* Yeah, er, Knocker Guy...any chance you can just open the door and let me go in to get a spare key? I'll be carefull. I won't break anything. And I won't steal any pot-plants this time, I promise.

Gosh yes...Rubber duckie has always seemed...particularly suspicious to me.

Father: *knocks on Cole's door* Hi, I'm sorry, I've been locked out of my house...again. I wondered, do you, maybe, happen to have a spare key at all?

Father: Love and fatherhood...it comes with punches.