Is your wife a goer, eh?
I’m having a rather heavy period, Oh. Yes. Yes, of course. We have a train to catch, and I don’t want to start bleeding all over the seats.
Monty Python’s Flying Circus tonight comes to you live from the Grillomat Snack Bar, Paignton.
We’ve been mentioned on telly!
Odd that penguin bein’ there, isn’t it?
He looks all Bath-and-Wells-ish.
Hello, good evening, and welcome to ‘Blackmail’!
Don’t stand there gawping like you’ve never seen the Hand of God before! Now, today, we’re going to do marching up and down the square! That is, unless any of you got anything better to do. Well?! Anyone got anything they’d rather be doing than marching up and down the square?! Yes?! Atkinson. What would you… rather be doing, Atkinson?
Oh, monsieur, I assure you, just because it is mixed up with all the other things, we would not dream of giving you less than the full amount. In fact, I will personally make sure you have a double helping. Maintenant quelque chose à boire. Something to drink, monsieur?
"Ahm French! Why you sink I hef zis out-RA-geous accent?
Hello. Uhh, can we have your liver?
Burma!
Shut that bloody bouzouki up!
Ni!
Crucifixion?
You’re fucking nicked, me old beauty!
Now, two boys have been found rubbing linseed oil into the school cormorant.
I might be arguing on my own time.
Oh, I’ve had enough of this.
It’s funny, isn’t it? How your best friend can just blow up like that?