We’ve got lumps of it 'round the back.
…a man with a tape recorder up his brother’s nose.
My hobbies outside summarizing are:
[ul]
[li]Golf[/li][li]Strangling Animals[/li][li]Maturbating[/li][/ul]
But I understand that golf’s not very popular around here.
What are you, some sort of poofta?
It’s hot enough to boil a monkey’s bum in here, your majesty.
Why is it that the world never remembered the name of Johann Gambolputty de von Ausfern- schplenden- schlitter- crasscrenbon- fried- digger- dingle- dangle- dongle- dungle- burstein- von- knacker- thrasher- apple- banger- horowitz- ticolensic- grander- knotty- spelltinkle- grandlich- grumblemeyer- spelterwasser- kurstlich- himbleeisen- bahnwagen- gutenabend- bitte- ein- nürnburger- bratwustle- gerspurten- mitz- weimache- luber- hundsfut- gumberaber- shönedanker- kalbsfleisch- mittler- aucher von Hautkopft of Ulm?
(I guarantee you that somewhere- probably on these very boards- is somebody who knows that full name without having to do a cut & paste, and I’ll wager kidneys to donuts that person has never had a date.)
And by this country, I mean Great Britain.
Perhaps he was dictating.
In the bleak days of 1983, as England languished in the doldrums of
a ruinous monetarist policy, the good and loyal men of the
Permanent Assurance Company - a once-proud family firm recently
fallen an hard times - strained under the yoke of their oppressive
new corporate management…
Pushed beyond the bounds of decent and reasonable victimisation -
the aged retainers take their destiny in their own hands and…
MUTINY!
And so - the Crimson Permanent Assurance was launched upon the high
seas of international finance!
Yeah it’s a cut & paste, but it’s a cool little skit.
Let me go back in there and face the peril!
No, it’s too perilous.
Bet you’re gay.
…No I’m not.
Strange women lyin’ in ponds, distributin’ swords is no basis for a system of government!
(I could do the rest, but then somebody might think I’ve never had a date.) 
If I showed up in England with a scimitar that some moistened bint had lobbed at me, do you think they’d make me king?
You must be a loony.
Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition. Our chief weapon is surprise…surprise and fear…our two weapons are fear and surprise…and ruthless efficiency. Our three weapons are fear and surprise and ruthless efficiency and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope…Our four…no…amongst our weapons…amoungst our weaponry are such elements as fear, surprise…I’ll come in again (exit and exeunt)
Brothers, brothers! We should be struggling together!
Is your uh, is your wife interested in…photography, ay? ‘Photographs, ay?’, he asked him knowingly.
Now stop it! I’ve noticed a tendancy for this thread becoming particularly silly. Now, nobody enjoys a good laugh more than I do. Except perhaps my wife. Oh, yes, and Capt. Gooding. Come to think of it, most people enjoy a good laugh more than I do.
The one in the braces. 'E done it.
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They mean to take Wimbleton!