Antonia Ruppel:
Daddy, daddy, don't drink so much!
Antonia Ruppel:
Once more unto the beach.
Antonia Ruppel:
On the beach
Antonia Ruppel:
Buns of Steel, Abs of Iron, Helmets of... actually, what are those helmets made of?
Antonia Ruppel:
Bliss.
Antonia Ruppel:
We'll take it.
Antonia Ruppel:
Take shelter.
Antonia Ruppel:
So not the droids we were looking for.
Antonia Ruppel:
Proud Tourist.
Antonia Ruppel:
Please take care of this little... erm... stormtrooper.
Antonia Ruppel:
Not for us, son, not for us.
Antonia Ruppel:
Behold the English countryside, my son.
Antonia Ruppel:
Bet you're too heavy for this lily pad, dad!
Antonia Ruppel:
Magic happened here. Or something like it.
Antonia Ruppel:
Cultured Fitzstormy.
Antonia Ruppel:
Ahem.
Antonia Ruppel:
Say 'Carboniiiite'!
Antonia Ruppel:
Somehow, this is nicer than the Death Star.
Antonia Ruppel:
Lord and King of the Isle of Man.
Antonia Ruppel:
Dominion... I prefer the Empire.
Antonia Ruppel:
Challenge accepted.
Antonia Ruppel:
Stormy <3s Beer.
Antonia Ruppel:
You didn't let me jump into any waterfalls.
Antonia Ruppel:
Going home
Antonia Ruppel:
Goodbye, Snaefellsjokull.
Antonia Ruppel:
Thr Lord of the Canyon.
Antonia Ruppel:
This isn't the camera I was expecting