So I read that the former United States is so desperate for medical supplies that they...

Lewis Prothero: So I read that the former United States is so desperate for medical supplies that they have allegedly sent several containers filled with wheat and tobacco. A gesture, they said, of good will. You wanna know what I think? Well, you're listening to my show, so I will assume you do... I think it's high time we let the colonies know what we really think of them. I think its payback time for a little tea party they threw for us a few hundred years ago. I say we go down to those docks tonight and dump that crap where everything from the Ulcered Sphincter of Arse-erica belongs! Who's with me? Who's bloody with me? [audience applauds] Lewis Prothero: Did you like that? USA... Ulcered Sphincter of Arse-erica, I mean what else can you say? Here was a country that had everything, absolutely everything. And now, 20 years later, is what? The world's biggest leper colony. Why? Godlessness. Let me say that again... Godlessness. It wasn't the war they started. It wasn't the plague they created. It was Judgement. No one escapes their past. No one escapes Judgement. You think he's not up there? You think he's not watching over this country? How else can you explain it? He tested us, but we came through. We did what we had to do. Islington. Enfield. I was there, I saw it all. Immigrants, Muslims, homosexuals, terrorists. Disease-ridden degenerates. They had to go. Strength through unity. Unity through faith. I'm a God-fearing Englishman and I'm goddamn proud of it!

" that they have allegedly sent several " " containers filled with wheat and tobacco. " " A gesture, they said, of goodwill. " " You wanna know what I think? " " Well, you're listening to my show, so I will assume you do. " " It's high time we let the colonies know what we really think of them. " " I think it's payback time for a tea party " " they threw us a few hundred years ago. " " I say we go down to those docks tonight and dump that crap... " " where everything from the Ulcered Sphincter of Ass-Erica belongs! " " Who's with me? Who's bloody with me?! " " Did you like that? " " U.S.A., Ulcered Sphincter of Ass-Erica. I mean, what else can you say? " " Here was a country that had everything, absolutely everything... " " and now, 20 years later, is what? " " The world's biggest leper colony. Why? " " Godlessness. " " Let me say that again. " " Godlessness. " " It wasn't the war they started. It wasn't the plague they created. " " It was Judgment. " " No one escapes their past. No one escapes Judgment. " " You think he's not up there? " " You think he's not watching over this country? " " How else can you explain it? He tested us, but we came through. " " We did what we had to do. " " Islington. Enfield. I was there. I saw it all. " " Immigrants, Muslims... " " homosexuals, terrorists. " " Disease-ridden degenerates. They had to go. " " Strength through unity. Unity through faith. " " I am a God-fearing Englishman, and I'm goddamn proud of it! " That's quite enough of that, thank you very much. Oh, shit. " A yellow-coded curfew is now in effect. " " Any unauthorized personnel will be subject to arrest. " " This is for your protection. " " A yellow-coded curfew is now in effect. " " Any unauthorized personnel will be subject to arrest. " " This is for your protection. " - Whoa! Excuse me. - Sorry, I didn't see you... - In a hurry, are we? - I was just... - It's past curfew, you know. - My uncle, he's very sick. - Sick uncle? What you think, Willy? - It's a load of bollocks. I made a mistake. I shouldn't be out after curfew. I know that. Maybe you could look after us before getting back to your uncle. See, my friend, he's kind of sick. Ain't you? Real sick. Bad case of the blues. You can feel them. - Don't touch me! - Look, Willy, kitty's got claws. - She just threatened us. - That she did, that she did. You know what that means, don't you? It means that we exercise our own judicial discretion. And you get to swallow it. - You're Fingermen. - She's getting the picture. No, please, I didn't know. I'm sorry. Not yet you're not. But you will be. By sunup, if you're not the sorriest piece of ass in all of London... then you’ll certainly be the sorest. Oh, God, no. Please don't do this. I'll go home. I won't do it again, I swear! Please! - What do you think, lads? - Spare the rod, spoil the child. Help me! Someone help! " The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon him. " - What the hell? - Bugger off! " Disdaining fortune, with his brandished steel... " " which smoked with bloody execution. " We're Fingermen, pal. Aha! Jesus Christ! Mercy! " We are oft to blame in this... It's too much proved. " " That with devotion's visage and pious action... " " we do sugar o'er the devil himself. " - What's that mean? - Spare the rod. I can assure you, I mean you no harm. - Who are you? - Who? Who is but the form following the function of what... and what I am is a man in a mask. - Oh, I can see that. - Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation. I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.