- Scrap Harry: I don't give credit, and I don't give cash, but I'll give you a balloon for your rubbish and trash.
- T. Bag: Silver did you say?
- Scrap Harry: That's right, darlin', I've got the lot 'ere.
- T. Bag: And where there's silver, there's smarty-pants Deborah. She's bound to turn up sooner or later...
- Scrap Harry: What's the matter?
- T. Bag: [feigned sadness] It's my little daughter.
- Scrap Harry: What about her?
- T. Bag: I can't find her anywhere. She was lost at sea a year ago. And I haven't seen her since.
- Scrap Harry: Oh dear.
- T. Bag: I've searched high and low. Oh my poor little baby darling Deborah. My little angel. All alone and lost in the great big world.
- Scrap Harry: Oh that's terrible.
- T. Bag: Terrible. It is terrible. I don't suppose you've come across her on your travels have you?
- Scrap Harry: [upset] The poor lost little kid. She must be so lonely. Lonely and afraid.
- T. Bag: [impatient] Alright. Alright. Have you seen her?
- Scrap Harry: I'm afraid not.
- T. Bag: Excellent! I mean what a pity...
- Scrap Harry: [about the disappearance of Debbie] And now she's gone again! Gone. I feel sort of responsible.
- T. Bag: What do you mean sort of responsible? You're entirely responsible!
- Scrap Harry: Right. What shall we play now? Ludo? Snakes and Ladders? Tiddlywinks?
- Genie: [annoyed] Poppycock!
- Scrap Harry: Don't think I've got that one?