Out on the moors, The lonely moors, I roll around in sheep poo. Heathcliff, it's youuuuu, I hate you, I love you tooooo. Let me in, I'm here, it's meeeee, Catheeeeeeee. Look out of your windooooow.

He came over and ruffled my hair, which is technically assault. I could get on the blower to ChildLine.

...Then it said on the news, "And tonight the Prime Minister has just got to Number Ten." I looked down at Jas and said, "Ooer." Meaning he'd got to number ten on the snogging scale. And then we both laughed like loons. Vati just looked at us like we were mad.

If you fall down those stairs and break both of your legs, don't come running to me!

When Mutti and Vati came in I didn't speak to them. I just unfurled the CAT MOLESTERS banner I had made.

Dance of the Sugar Plum Bikey. Yes, that's got a nice ring to it.

Rosie get off your desk, and please put your beard away.