Europe's largest domestic herd of bald badgers

There are days when I think I'm in training for the care home. This is a transcript of what passed for a conversation over the staff room table. I've not embellished it any, I hope I've managed to get most of it written down. I dare say I'll have to explain why I've run into the gents with a notebook.

Sybil: "So how's wha'zname doing?"

Frog: "Which one?"

Sybil: "You know, the one with the doo-dah."

Frog: "Oh! That wha'sname. Ooh, well... Luckily I had me little drum with me."

Sybil: "Did you beat a retreat?"

Frog: "Beat! Retreat! Peat!"

Sybil: "Feet!"

Frog: "Ooh, now I'm all of a doo-dah."

Sybil: "You'll just have to let it dangle like the rest of them."

Frog: "Is that a chocolate biscuit?"

Sybil: "It was."

Posy: "If I cut my boyfriend's head off, do you think he'd grow another one?"

Sybil: "Hey, think on: it could be a whatsit."

Frog: "We had fish pie for supper last night."

Sybil: "Talk about braces..."

Frog "One of them's a donkey."

Sybil: "Hey! Hey! You know what? Talking about donkeys..."

Frog: "You'll have to lie back and think of England."

Posy: "Kenneth Williams?"

All these people have the vote. Ain't democracy grand?