And now for something completely different…
I always preferred the outdoor life…hunting…shooting…fishing…getting out there with a gun and slaughtering a few of God’s creatures.
There will certainly be some car door slamming in the streets of Kensington tonight.
Regards,
Shodan
My nipples explode with delight!
I don’t want to talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal food trough wiper! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
When you’re walking home tonight and some great homicidal maniac comes after you with a bunch of loganberries, don’t come crying to me!
Kipling Road was a typical sort of East End street, people were in and out of each other’s houses with each other’s property all day. They were a cheery lot.
Yes, his head’s been ripped off. I’ll get you another.
Regards,
Shodan
Then, you must cut down the mightiest tree in the forrest… with… a herring!
Yangtze, oh Yangtze, river full of fish.
First offense? Yeah, crucifixion.
I like Chinese.
All right, but apart from the sanitation, medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, the fresh water system and public health, what have the Romans ever done for us?
I want to go home.
I’m throwing you all out! I’m not going to have my house filled with filthy perverts.
And certainly not the next line in the script, as that would be a sequitur.
And now, Number 5… the Horse Chestnut.
I object to all this sex on the television. I mean, I keep falling off.
Shut up, you American. You Americans, all you do is talk, and talk, and say “let me tell you something” and “I just wanna say.” Well, you’re dead now, so shut up.
Oh dear, did somebody say mattress to Mr. Lambert?