Talkie Toaster: “Howdy doodly do. How’s it going? I’m Talkie, Talkie Toaster, your chirpy breakfast companion. Talkie’s the name, toasting’s the game. Anyone like any toast?”
Lister: Look, I don’t want any toast, and he doesn’t want any toast. In fact, no one around here wants any toast. Not now, not ever. No toast.”
Kryten: “Let me have a talk to him, mechanical to mechanical. Now you listen here…”
Talkie Toaster: “How about a muffin?”
Lister: “Or muffins! We don’t like muffins ’round here! We want no muffins, no toast, no tea cakes, no buns, baps, baguettes, or bagels, no croissants, no crumpets, no pancakes, no potato cakes, and no hot cross buns, and definetely, no smeggin’ flapjacks!”
Talkie Toaster: “Aaah…so you’re a waffle man!” (RD: White Hole)