| 00:00 - 00:03 | The Carters are having a party tomorrow |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | It will be located in the Queen Vic and take place at midday |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | This is where the special cake delivery would've come from |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | However it can not make as the cake-makers blew up |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | The flowers however will be able to be delivered |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | That's alright, we can just get Aunt Babe to make a trifle |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | I heard the ones she makes are lovely |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | My Führer |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | Aunt Babe |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | Aunt Babe has left Walford |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | She won't be able to make a trifle |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | Anyone who has never tasted an Aunt Babe trifle leave the room |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | THIS IS BLOODY NOT ON |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | A PARTY WITHOUT BABE TRIFLE? |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | I've had better catering arrangments from a Jew in a concentration camp |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | This is bloody outrageous, I still can't believe it |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | WHAT WILL I EAT FOR PUDDING? |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | I'm hardly gonna go for the fucking souffle, am I? |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | OR A BLOODY SPONGE PUDDING WITH POO SAUCE |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | I'd rather cut my own dick off with a compass |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | My Führer, there are other desserts available |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | I DON'T WANT OTHER DESSERTS, OTHERWISE I WOULD'VE ASKED FOR FUCKING SPONGE PUDDING |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | My Führer, we can get someone else to make a trifle |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | It wouldn't be the same as a fucking Aunt Babe trifle though, would it? |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | WHY DID THE SLUT HAVE TO GO? |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | Fucking tart |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | I paid that slut good money to make me some creamy goodness |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | AND SHE JUST FUCKING PEGGS IT |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | When I get hold of her I'm gonna smash her head in |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | AND THROW A BRICK THROUGH HER WINDOW AND SEE HOW SHE LIKES IT |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | Why couldn't she have just made it yesterday? |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | BUT OF COURSE, NO SHE DIDN'T. I'D RATHER EAT MOUSSE OF THE TESTICLES OF STALIN. |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | I'm horrified, what is up with women these days |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | Slags like her should be burnt, it's the best way |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | Then men can make the desserts |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | But no |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | JUST BECAUSE THEY HAVE A FANNY THEY ARE SUPERIOR |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | They can mess us about and play us like toys |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | I'm no fucking toy, she's the bloody dildo in this situation |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | I will shove anal beads in her fucking ears |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | THEN SEE HOW SHE SUFFERS |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | Don't worry, he doesn't know you didn't order the breadsticks |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | I give up on life |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | Michael doesn't need any trifle anyway |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | He's a fat prick |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | Sort your collar out as well you dopey twat |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | I might as well get raped by Dean and fall pregnant, that would be more fun than no trifle |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | Aunt Babe can do one |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | Stupid tosser, jump off a cliff |
