My theory by A. Elk. Brackets Miss, brackets. This theory goes as follows and begins now. All brontosauruses are thin at one end, much thicker in the middle and then thin again at the far end. That is my theory, it is mine, and belongs to me and I own it, and what it is too.
They’re very good scissors.
Hey, look. Howard’s being eaten.
All right, I’ll have the dead unjugged rabbit fish.
NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition! Our chief weapon is surprise…surprise and fear…fear and surprise… Our two weapons are fear and surprise…and ruthless efficiency… Our three weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency…and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope… Our four…no… Amongst our weapons… Amongst our weaponry…are such elements as fear, surprise… I’ll come in again.
Well I think this isn’t good enough. It should have a large red label.
“Warning. Lark’s vomit!”
It’s…bicycle repairman!!
I wave my private parts at your aunties!
I told him we already had one. Hee hee hee hee.
Always look on the bright side of death
Just before you draw your terminal breath.
You’ve got nicer legs than Hitler, and bigger tits than Cher.
From now on I want you all to call me…Loretta.
Sausage squad up the blue-end!
You Americans are all the same. You’ve got no balls!
Someone whose boots I would gladly lick clean until holes wore through my tongue, a man who is so totally and utterly wonderful, that I would rather be sealed in a pit of my own filth, than dare to tread on the same stage with him.
Ladies and gentlemen, the incomparably superior human being, Harry Fink.
With a melon?
I never wanted to be part of such a shambolic sketch. I always wanted to be…
A Lumberjack!
Oooo, I’ve had a bitch of a morning, luv!
Dennis, there’s some lovely filth down here!
You doctor, me nurse.