Oh, I’ve forgotten my line.
But it’s my only line!
I’d like to answer this question if I may in two ways. Firstly in my normal voice and then in a kind of silly high-pitched whine.
They stamp them when they’re small.
Regards,
Shodan
Now someone has committed a murder here, and that murderer is someone in this room. The question is … who?
Aha - anti-Semitism!
Read all abaht it! Read all abaht it! Man turns into Scotsman!
Ken Buddha, a smile, two bangs and a religion. Now ladies and gentlemen, for your further entertainment, Brian Islam and Brucie.
Tell me why did you say ‘good morning’ when you know perfectly well that it’s afternoon?
And now for something completely different!
We’ve done that!
Las llamas son más grandes que las ranas
The directors of the firm hired to continue the credits after the other people had been sacked, wish it to be known that they have just been sacked. The credits have been completed in an entirely different style at great expense and at the last minute. Executive Producer JOHN GOLDSTONE & “RALPH” The Wonder Llama Producer MARK FORSTATER Assisted By EARL J. LLAMA MIKE Q. LLAMA III SY LLAMA MERLE Z. LLAMA IX Directed By 40 SPECIALLY TRAINED ECUADORIAN MOUNTAIN LLAMAS 6 VENEZUELAN RED LLAMAS 142 MEXICAN WHOOPING LLAMAS 14 NORTH CHILEAN GUANACOS (CLOSELY RELATED TO THE LLAMA) REG LLAMA OF BRIXTON 76000 BATTERY LLAMAS FROM “LLAMA-FRESH” FARMS LTD. NEAR PARAGUAY and TERRY GILLIAM & TERRY JONES
No, er look, er Mr Frampton. It’s quite easy for somebody just to come along here claiming that they have a bit to spare in the booty department. The point is, our viewers need proof.
I am not a looney! Why should I be tied with the epithet looney merely because I have a pet halibut?
I want that man fighting wild dogs by the end of the day!
So successful has been the training of the Kamikaze Regiment that the numbers have dwindled from 30,000 to just over a dozen in three weeks.
Beethoven, Mozart, Chopin, Liszt, Brahms, Panties… Oh, sorry.
There’s nothing Nietzsche couldn’t teach ya 'bout the raising of the wrist,
Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed.
Oh yeah. ‘Good morning, Captain Sc’ …oh, I’m just not happy with that line. Could I just say ‘Hi Scottie’ ?