Vivian is there, Vivian is coming through, Simon’s in second place, and, no, there’s Oliver, he’s not necessarily out of it. There goes Nigel, no, he’s lost something, and Gervaise running through to this final obstacle.
Can we have your liver then?
It’s bicycle repairman!
I should like to discuss with you, tonight, the place of the nude in my bed…IN THE HISTORY of my bed…ART! In the history of art. The nude in the history of tart…CALL GIRL! Sorry, sorry, I’ll start again. Ahem Bum…OH, WHAT A GIVEAWAY! The nude in the history of bum.
Oh, what a giveaway! Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That’s what I’m on about! Did you see him repressing me? You saw him, Didn’t you?
I am not a looney! Why should I be tied with the epithet looney merely because I have a pet halibut?
Every sperm is sacred, every sperm is great.
If a sperm is wasted, God gets quite irate.
I’m not a witch, I’m not a witch!
It’s a fair cop.
You try that around here, young man, and we’ll slit your face
Well, this theory of yours seems to have hit the nail on the head.
Right! Stop that, it’s SILLY. Very SILLY indeed! Started off as a nice little idea about old ladies attacking young men, but now it’s just got SILLY! His hair’s too long for a vicar, too, and you can tell those are not proper keep-left signs. Clear out, the lot of you!
Well, before he went he left a note with the company secretary, the effect of which was how disappointed he was with your work and, in particular, why you had changed the name from Conquistador Instant Coffee to Conquistador Instant Leprosy. Why, Frog?
Now, let me fill you in. I’m leading this expedition and we’re going to climb both peaks of Mount Kilimanjaro.
…In an iron coffin with spikes on the inside.
Look at them, bloody Catholics, filling the bloody world up with bloody people they can’t afford to bloody feed.
But for the next six months this sleepy Devonshire resort will be transformed into the blizzard-swept wastes of the South Pole.
Yes, my brother was leading that, they were going to…build a bridge between the two peaks. My idea, I’m afraid.
And now, there is the Mayor. Surely the third tallest mayor in Derby’s history.
Now all they have to do here to win the title is to shoot themselves. Simon has a shot. Bad luck, he misses. Nigel misses. Now there’s Gervaise, and Gervaise has shot himself - Gervaise is Upperclass Twit of the Year! There’s Nigel, he’s shot Simon by mistake, Simon is back up and there’s Nigel, Nigel’s shot himself.