Galah-Free – Episode 5
The Women’s Association pass around the mobile crane as they play bridge. In the supermarket, the Doctor bumps into the villainous Dr Wee, who has a ludicrous Chinese accent and a similarly brutal wife who hits him with her wok…
DR POO: Dr Wee!
DR WEE: Ah, Dr Poo!
DR POO: What are Wee doing here, you? I mean, what are you doing Wee here for, er, you, er, Wee?
DR WEE: I give you three guesses!
DR POO: Oh dear, the wife! No wonder we Time and Toilet Lords avoid coming home, and stay out ‘til all centuries saving the universe – or in your case, destroying it.
Galah-Free – Episode 6
Dr Wee introduces us to the episode, and admits that he has a vely hush hush plan to destroy the universe – and that the position of contending good guy is still open.
DR WEE: And it right up your arrey.
DR POO: Stotle?
DR WEE: The fish?
DR POO: No, the philosopher.
DR WEE: Oh yeah, no worries. I’m a hip.
DR POO: Well, when do we start then?
DR WEE: Ah, just as soon as I go home and bludgeon my wife with this 700 year old dim sim. We lendezvous at co-ordinate Dong Hung Lo in Horses Arse Nebula.
DR POO: Righto Wee, you’re on.
DR WEE: No, I’m off. See you round like arsehole.
Galah-Free – Episode 7
Dr Poo returns home to find Mrs Poo and the other members of the Cosmic Women’s Association unconscious, after several rounds of gin: a game where you count to three and drink some gin.
DR POO: Look at her, she’s so beautiful when she’s unconscious.
DANA: Shall I wake her?
DR POO: You do and I’ll kill you, with my bum.
KEVIN: I’m sorry, that bum just slipped out.
Galah-Free – Episode 8
Before unnailing Kevin from the back of the door, and rescuing Denis from the inside of the microwave he’s been cleaning, Dr Poo obtains their signatures on the bottom of a statue of David stating that they will never again try to usurp his rats fur possession as King of the Cubicle.
MRS POO: Poo! Where do you think you’re going.
DR POO: Now Constance darling, you may think that I’m running away and not facing up to my responsibilities as a husband, but …um…damn it, you’re right.
MRS POO: You take one more step, Poo, and I’ll never speak to you again.
DR POO: Oh, splendid. It’s all cisterns go!
