Doctor: I'm afraid your son has Anarrinaephobia.
Mum: What's that doctor?
Doctor: It's the fear that somewhere, somehow, a mod is watching you.
Son: -hides under his tinfoil hat-
A pretty, blonde Australian girl with naturally long thick eyelashes that everyone hates. She's kind of smupid, but she's very cute. She's tall and a hard worker and a great singer, but she's very clumsy and special. Still, everyone loves her anyway.
Parrot: Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight!
Captain Bart: Shut up, birdy!
Parrot: Polly wants a cracker!
Scurvy Sam: We're running low on vittles, Cap'n sir. I say we cook the parrot.
Captain Bart: Arrr, matey!
Parrot: Walk the plank, ye filth!