Norm: Come on, you lot. Get your pens out.
George: Why?
Norm: It's homework time for you load of college puddings. I want this lot answered tonight.
Ringo: [sulking] Aww... I want to go out.
Norm: I'll brook no denial.
John: You couldn't get a pen in your foot, you swine.
Norm: Ooh! Chatter on, son, chatter on. A touch of the writer's cramp will soon sort you out.