I’m not prepared to pursue my line of inquiry any longer as I think this is getting too silly!
Flying Thompson’s Gazelle of the Yard!
Hold it. Hold it. Look, loves … can anyone not involved in this scene, please leave the set. Now! Come on please. Anyone not concerned in this scene, the canteen’s open upstairs.Now come on please.Sorry loves. Sorry. We’ll have to take it again, from the top. All fight. OK… Cue
I want you all to call me… Loretta.
What’s wrong with a kiss, boy? Hmm? Why not start her off with a nice kiss? You don’t have to go leaping straight for the clitoris like a bull at a gate. Give her a kiss, boy.
Tonight is The Meaning of Life!
I have to push the pram a lot.
Ooh, you lucky bastard.
Wink, wink, nudge, nudge, say no more!
The development of the industrial bourgeoisie.
You wouldn’t know the difference between the Battle of Borodino and a tiger’s bum!
I’d like to ask the panel what changes they would make, if they were Hitler.
Regards,
Shodan
Randy little bugger - up and down like the Assyrian Empire.
What… is the capital of Assyria?
On my arrival in London, I discovered [the Piranha Brothers] had returned to Cardiff. I followed as Gloucester from King Lear. Acting on a hunch, I spent several months in Buenos Aires as Blind Pew, returning through the Panama Canal as Ratty in Toad of Toad Hall. Back in Cardiff, I relived my triumph as Sancho Panza in Man of La Mancha, which the Bristol Evening Post described as “a glittering performance of rare perception,” although the Bath Chronicle was less than enthusiastic. In fact, it gave me a right panning.
What’s all this then?
I will not buy this tobacconist’s; it is scratched.
There’s nowt wrong wi’ gala luncheons!
And finally, monsieur, a wafer-thin mint.
Look, I couldn’t eat another thing. I’m absolutely stuffed. Bugger off.