(Adam, rubbing his bottom, walks up to Jake) Jake with sophisticated voice: I say dear boy, whatever is the matter with your bum? Adam: Wet nooodles hurt. And would you quit calling me "Dear boy?" Jake: So sorry, old man. Adam: Would somebody tell me why this place has gone off the deep end?! Jake: I think the answer is as plain as the proboscis on your face. Windsor: Or the claws on your backside, as the case may be. Adam: You mean it's these uniforms that are doing it? Slips with a normal voice: Yeah man! These suits make you act all stiff and stuffy. (Switches to sophisticated voice) I mean it's positively super, dappy! Adam: This place has gone from wild and wacky, to sedate and safe! Virgil: I think that I shall never see (breathes) a poem as lovely as a tree. Adam: How boring is that?!