You little swine-buggler!
You little pig-swiller!
I is gonna beat you over the head with this Oh, you is not loving it.
Loving it?
That is the most disgusterous taste that is ever touching my teeth.
You must be buggles to be swalloping sluts like that.
You could be galloping off a piece of hamburger every night and gobbling juicy human beans.
Even human beans is wrong and evil.
It is guzzly and lumpcious, and tonight I is galloping off to Chile to swallow a few human chili beans.
You ought to be ashamed.
Other giants is all saying they is wanting to gallop off to England tonight to guzzle school chidlers.
I is very fond of school chidlers.
They is a nice inky booky flavor.
And you is an insult to the giant peoples!
You is not fit to be a giant!
You is a cream of puffknot!
Sophie?
Sophie!
Where is you Sophie?
Oh, I'm so happy to be finding you all in one lump.
I was in his mouth.
You was what?
I hid in the snozzcumber and I was in his mouth.
It smelled horrid.
And there I was telling him to eat the filthsome snozzcumber and you was all the time inside it.
Not a lot of fun.
Oh, come here now.
Oh, just look at you, you poor little chitler.
You is all covered in snozzcumber and giant spit.
Oh, I is hating those other giants more than ever now.
You know what I should like?
What?
I should like to find a way of disappearing them, every single one.
I'd be glad to help you.
Let me see if I can think of a way of doing it.
I really am most dreadfully hungry and thirsty, too.
Yes, well, I expect you is.
Are you sure there's nothing else to eat around here except those disgusting, smelly snozzcumbers?
Not even a fizzwinkle.
In that case, please may I have some water?
Water?
What is water?
We drink it.
Oh.
What do you drink?
Frobscottle.
All gents is drinking frobscottle.
Is it as nasty as your snooze compass?
Nasty?
Never is it nasty.
Frobskull is sweet and jumbly.
Oh, good.
I'll get you some here.
Here we are.
Delumptuous, fizzy Frobskull.
Just shakes it up like this.
See how fizzy and jumbly it is?
But it's fizzing the wrong way.
The bubbles are all shooting downwards and bursting on the bottom.
What on earth is you meaning the wrong way?
In our fizzy drinks, the bubbles always go up and burst at the top.
Upwards is the wrong way?
That's the most flush-bunking rubbish I ever is hearing.
Why do you say that?
You is meaning to tell me.
You cannot see why it is a scrawny mistake to have the bubbles flying up instead of down.
You must be as quacky as a duck hand.
What name is you calling your frog scuttleby?
Well, um, one is Coke, another is lemonade.
There are lots of them.
And the bubbles is all going up.
They all go up.
Catastrophes.
Upgoing bubbles is a catastrophes disaster thing.
Why?
Well, listen.
When you is drinking this cokie drink of yours, it is going straight down to your tummy.
Is that right or is it left?
That's right.
And the bubbles is going also into your tummy, right or left?
Right again.
And the bubbles is fizzing upwards.
Up, which means that they will all come swish whiffing up your throat and out of your mouth and make a foulsome belchy burp.
That's often true.
But what's wrong with a little burp?
Oh, burping is filthsome.
But with your drink...
Uh... Frog scoff?
Frog scottle?
The bubbles in your tummy will be going downwards, and that could have a far nastier result.
They'll be coming out somewhere else with an even louder and ruder noise.
A whiz popper.
Us giants is making whiz poppers all the time.
Oh, dear.
Whiz popping is a sign of happiness.
It is music in our ears.
Oh.
Well, you surely is not telling me that a little whiz-popping is forbidden among human beings.
It's considered extremely rude.
Oh, but you is whiz-popping, is you not, now and again?
Everyone is whiz-popping, if that's what you call it.
Kings and queens are whiz-popping, but where I come from...
It's not polite to talk about it.
Oh, redonkulous.
Now, watch this.
First I shakes it, and then I takes out the cork and has a nice big slur.
