Rubbish - you can’t have a bald wig with hair on.
I’m sorry, I didn’t see you standing in that coffee pot!
Fine, fine, fine!
Don’t point that moot at me, Moriarty!
Give 'em that old posh talk, Wal!
How’s yer old dad?
Now Seagoon, look into my eyes, toot toot toot. . . little daggers come out and point all the way along my eyes to his, too-tooty toot toot. . . the secrets of Bottles mesmerism is bending Ned to my will. . .. strainnnnn strainnnnn powers of eyes, powers of eyes… Ohhh squint, squint, squinteeee.. . Squin.. . ohh, my nose has started to bleed.
…waits for applause…not a sausage.
I must scrutinize you with an intense scrute.
I can’t understand it – we live in a bungalow.
He’s fallen in the water.
I do not like this game. I’m always getting deaded.
Meet me at Track 5 in three minutes or Track 3 in five minutes, whatever’s faster!
You will kindly step onto the balcony for your reception, please?
The black-bearded criminal must have got in through the door or the windows. Everything else was locked.
I talk to da treeeees…dat’s why dey put me a-waaaaay…
Needle nardle noo.
…to name but a few.
I’m wslking backwards for Christmas
Across the Irish sea.