And may the odds be in your favor.
Beg your pardon?
Bloody hell.
Blue before the queen.
BRB.
Can I tell you a secret?
Can't you smell that?
Christ, Charles, get off the phone.
Did you just fart?
Do not want.
Do you know who I am?
Essent?
Excuse me, you have a new message.
Filthy.
Good heavens, what on Earth is that?
Goodbye.
Haha.
Happy birthday.
Happy New year.
Hello.
How much?
I am getting bored of this conversation.
I am the queen of the castle and I hate Dizzee Rascal.
I can barely contain my excitement.
I do not know.
I hate you.
I live in Buckingham Palace.
I love you.
I need.
I say your phone is ringing. Pick it up.
I say.
I want your crown jewels.
I want.
I will find and kill you.
I will slap you so hard even Google won't be able to find you.
I'm sorry.
If you continue like this, I say I'll give you a good thrashing.
Incoming call.
Incoming message.
Jeremy Corbyn my he is cute.
Jolly good.
Justin Bieber.
Like a boss.
Make America Great Britain again.
My family is temperamental, half temper, half mental.
My home is call me Lizzy.
My name is Elizabeth.
No way.
No.
No.
Not impressed.
Of course I talk to myself sometimes. I need expert advice.
Off with your head.
Oh dear me, I seem to have pooped my pants.
OK.
One is not amused.
Only just killed.
Please be quiet.
Queen approves.
Ring, ring.
So funny, I can't stop laughing.
Speak up.
Stupid.
The colonies suck my drawdy this evening.
The queen disapproves.
This is the Queen of England.
To take a stool.
Very nice.
Who?
Whoever smelt it, dealt it.
With whom am I speaking with?
Yes.
