I cut down trees. I skip and jump.
I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women’s clothing,
And hang around in bars.
Excuse me, excuse me. I saw your advertisement for flying lessons and I’d like to make an application.
Lucky we didn’t say anything about the dirty knife.
Please, please, please come and rescue me. I am in the tall tower of Swamp Castle.
It’s a man’s life in the British Dental Association!
I know - I know. There’s a bale of hay outside Basingstoke. We could throw you out.
Watkins, are you a pacifist?
Oh, no sir, I’m not a pacifist. I’m a coward.
Could I just say that this is in fact the first time I’ve ever been on television?
And now for something completely different.
For lunch, he crouches down beside the road and rubs gravel in his hair.
Regards,
Shodan
You are hereby charged that you did on diverse dates commit heresy against the Holy Church.
It’s a fair cop.
Yes, repeats or war films. It really makes you want to micturate.
This theory of mine. Well, this is what it is - my theory that I have, that is to say, which is mine, is mine.
Oh, pahdon me while I play the grahnd piahno!
- Dead bishop on the landing
- What’s his diocese?
- How should I know what his diocese is?
- It’s stamped on the back of his neck.
Shall I ‘thwow’ him to the floor, sir?
I put them out of my mind. Their arms, their necks, their little legs and bosoms, I wipe from my mind!
Excuse me not shaking hands, I’ve just been putting a bit of lard on the cat’s boil.
What’s brown and sounds like a bell? Dung!