The Khasi of Kalabar : [unimpressed by the Fakir's performance]  Bring on the dancing girls. Get rid of this idiot!
Bungdit Din : Fakir! Off!
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The Khasi of Kalabar : May the benevolence of the god Shivoo bring blessings on your house.
Sir Sidney Ruff-Diamond : And on yours.
The Khasi of Kalabar : And may his wisdom bring success in all your undertakings.
Sir Sidney Ruff-Diamond : And in yours.
The Khasi of Kalabar : And may his radiance light up your life.
Sir Sidney Ruff-Diamond : And up yours.
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The Khasi of Kalabar : [Lady Ruff Diamond has the photograph]  I must take that with me now.
Lady Joan Ruff-Diamond : Then take me with it.
The Khasi of Kalabar : But what about your husband?
Lady Joan Ruff-Diamond : Oh, we don't want him!
The Khasi of Kalabar : Will he not be displeased that you come away with me?
Lady Joan Ruff-Diamond : Oh, of course.
Lady Joan Ruff-Diamond : [tearful]  My poor Sidney will be ever so upset!
The Khasi of Kalabar : Oh, do not worry unduly, before many days he and the others will all be dead.
Lady Joan Ruff-Diamond : [happy]  Oh well, that's all right then, innit!
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[after a servant rings a gong, in the style of the famous Rank Organisation logo] 
The Khasi of Kalabar : I do wish you wouldn't keep doing that. Rank stupidity!
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[the Khasi's soldiers are fleeing from the kilt-lifted Third Foot and Mouth regiment] 
The Khasi of Kalabar : What are you running from? There's nothing to be afraid of
[turns to look at the exposed regiment] 
The Khasi of Kalabar : Ooh, I dunno though!
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The Khasi of Kalabar : They will die the death of a thousand cuts!
Princess Jelhi : Oh! But that's horrible!
The Khasi of Kalabar : Not at all my little desert flower, the British are used to cuts!
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