Blimey! Whatever did I give the wife?
Dear Sir, how splendid it is to see the flower of British manhood wiping itself out with such pluck and tenacity.
Making it worse? How can it be worse? Jehovah! Jehovah! Jehovah!
The forbidden plateau of Roiurama, the Lost World, thrown up by mighty earth movements thousands of millions of years ago, where strange primeval creatures defying evolution, lurk in the dark, impenetrable forests, cut off forever from the outside world.
No one who has ever had their liver taken out by us has survived.
Do you want to come upstairs?
Well. I’m going to carry on, if I can read the script.
It’s Christmas in Heaven
All the children sing
It’s Christmas in Heaven
Hark. Hark. Those church bells ring
It’s Christmas in Heaven
The snow falls from the sky
But it’s nice and warm, and everyone
Looks smart and wears a tie
It’s Christmas in Heaven
There’s great films on TV:
‘The Sound of Music’ twice an hour
And ‘Jaws’ One, Two, and Three
I’d like to tax Raquel Welch… and I suspect she’d tax me.
How to play the flute…Well here we are. You blow there and you move your fingers up and down here.
Only you said we must have a drink together sometime, so I thought I’d take you up on it as the film society meeting was cancelled this evening.
It’s not much a cheese shop, is it, really?
Er, please excuse my wife. She may appear to be rather nasty but underneath she has a heart of formica.
I am not a Tudor person.
Oh, Dennis, forget about freedom. We haven’t got enough mud.
And now on BBC another six minutes of Monty Python’s Flying Circus.
big nose
No one ever expects the Spanish Inquisition.
While the wife maximizes her clitoral stimulation by the shaft of the penis by pushing forward… Thank you, dear. Now, as sexual excitement mounts, uh… What’s funny, Biggs?
I’ll come in again.