confounded radio in this thing. makes more noise than it does sense.
my name is mister filby. - didn't you hear the air raid siren?
it wasn't constructed for its aesthetic values, you know, but to warn silly young fools like yourself to get down into the shelter. now go on.
come on, young man. we'd better be going before the mushrooms start sprouting. you do look familiar. haven't we met somewhere before?
i was sure of that, but the exact time escapes me.
the last alert. hurry!
hurry! hide 'til the all clear!