Jeff: Why aren’t you eating Princess? Woman: (Heavy Russian accent) I can’t even look at you Jeff. Jeff: I prepared it specially. It’s your favourite! Woman: You expect me to eat this? Do you know who I am? Jeff: just try a little bit. Go on. Woman: I have family members who could hunt you down and kill you. Jeff: Come on, just have a nibble. Woman: You would vanish like this. (clicks fingers) Nothing left of you, just bones and bits of greasy hair. Jeff: What’s the matter Princess? Woman: Your food offends me. I’m not going to sleep with you tonight. Jeff: Princess, come back! Woman: I’m going to sit on the patio and stare at you until you give me what I want. Oh, and by the way, I’ve done a big poo in slipper. Jeff: oh Princess...
Male VO: (Posh, refined British gentleman) If cats could talk, they'd demand a gourmet meal from Prrro-Diet.