Ricky: What would you do, though, if you were swimming, right? It was a nice little… You’re on holiday, right? And there’s this octopus there. And you’re going around, right? And you just see it start spitting at you — poison. What would you say to it?
Karl: Yeah, well, it’s too late then, innit? I’d kick it and I’d say, “Knobhead!” I would…but what’s the point? What’s the point in getting annoyed now, ‘cos it’s done its stuff, hasn’t it?
Ricky (laughing): I love how you’d kick it and call it a knobhead under the water. What is this octopus thinking? Oh God. Oh. I’d go, “You fucking eight-legged shit! You…!”
Karl (as the octopus): “I’m not bothered. I’m not bothered. I don’t know what you’re saying.”
Ricky: “You… you fucking… fucking cunt of a mollusk!”
Karl: It’d just spit at you again. It’s not bothered.
Ricky: “You slimy little fucking boneless wanker!”
Karl: This is why the face is good.
Steve: Are you still talking to the octopus?
(Ricky laughs)