Monty: Wheeee - snowflakes on my tongue - I can taste them now. But it's not snowing. Oh, no. No snow. Oh, snow, snow. Why don't you snow?
Rosie: Oh, grow up, Monty. Fancy risking a slipped disc to catch snowflakes on your tongue.
Monty doing a snow-dance and chanting: Snow, snow, without you is woe, come on, snow.
Rosie: And then, you don't know what pollution there is all wrapped up in that little flake, just waiting to rot your kidneys and bring you out in boils.
Monty: Snowwwwwwwwwwwww...... It's snowing, Rosie!!!
Rosie: Ooh!....... Wait for me!!!
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