Well, Mr. Johnson’s son Kevin, he don’t go out anymore. He comes back from wrestling and locks himself in his room.
Savoyard?
What are they in it for, these old hoodlums, these layabouts in lace?
The BBC wishes to deny rumours that it is going into liquidation.
Carre-de-L 'Est?
We have a lot of trouble with these oldies. Pension day’s the worst - they go mad. As soon as they get their hands on their money they blow it all on milk, bread, tea, tin of meat for the cat.
Yes, his head’s been ripped off. I’ll get you another.
Regards,
Shodan
It’s just a flesh wound.
Rotten. Rotten. You’re no bloody use at all. You’re an utter bloody wash-out. You make me sick, you weed!
Well, if it’s not a personal question, are you a virgin?
Oh, I am afraid our life must seem very dull and quiet compared to yours. We are but eight score young blondes and brunettes, all between sixteen and nineteen and a half, cut off in this castle with no one to protect us! Oh, it is a lonely life – bathing, dressing, undressing, making exciting underwear…
Edam?
Angus Podgornaigh wins Wimbledon, defeating a Serbian Blanc Mange from the Andromeda galaxy.
Oh, waiter! This conversation isn’t very good.
The tenants arrive here and are carried along the corridor on a conveyor belt in extreme comfort, past murals depicting Mediterranean scenes, towards the rotating knives. The last twenty feet of the corridor are heavily soundproofed.
Regards,
Shodan
Yes, well, of course they come here for the two o’clock matinee, all the old bags out in there, especially if it’s something like The Sound of Music. We get seats ripped up, hearing aids broken, all that sort of thing.
“This man called Briiiiiian!”
Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about, and valiantly, he chickened out.
The whole problem of these senile delinquents lies in their complete rejection of the values of contemporary society. They’ve seen their children grow up and become accountants, stockbrokers and even sociologists, and they begin to wonder if it is all really… (falls through an open manhole cover) Arggh!
Oh, yeah, but I like that sort of little burst of frenzy they have then, you know. I like it when they get a little bit angry. Shows they’re human.