CORNELIUS: How are you feeling, Bobby?
BOBBY: I declare, I feel quite rejuvenated despite these dodgy stitches in my forehead!
ARCHIBALD: We have successfully tripled his IQ! And he's British for some reason.
CORNELIUS: Now we can pass him off as a worldly gentleman of affluence!
BOBBY: Pardon me, but do you have any Grey poupon?
ALIEN LADY: But of course!