I messed up on the first one but shhh.

He kept hearing the cry, but for the life of him Paul had no idea who Cathy or Heathcliff were. And why should he let her in his damn window anyway?

While he was positive he had the casual category in the bag, the upcoming swimsuit trial still played on Peter’s mind.

He knew he was up to the task. No matter how many centuries it would take him … no matter how many continents he must travel … Colin would find that damn seagull and rub his nose in it.

“Two words, television show, first word: butcher? Cutting motion … um … listening to something? … obviously a very talented person … ah … let me see … surgeon? Oh, close am I?”
First about to crack the tricky charades challenge.

“The Hills Are Alive - well come on Captain, it’s not a trio if one member’s not singing”
Patrick does his best to wow the judges on Britain’s Got Talent.

Feeling a trifle glum, Sylvester apprehensively approached the bonfire hoping that someone would supply him with a marshmallow.

“Thank you Brigadier, but no. I know everyone’s got one, but I’m not that sort of Doctor”
Jon takes the high road.
