Of course it’s not an ordinary street! It’s got a lake in it!
You were lucky to have a lake! There were a hundred and sixty of us living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road.
“Recidivist”
You needn’t eat the leg, Thompson. There’s still plenty of good meat. Look at that arm.
He has given us a sign! He has given us…his shoe!
We use choicest juicy chunks of fresh Cornish ram’s bladder, emptied, steamed, flavoured with sesame seeds, whipped into a fondue and garnished with lark’s vomit.
There’s a good woody sort of word, ‘sausage’.
He’s not dead! He’s resting.
ps tried to read all 70 pages…I’m cross-eyed…anyway, this one’s worth repeating 
He hasn’t got shit all over 'im.
Randy little bugger. Up and down like the Assyrian Empire!
Anyway John you can catch the 11:30 by Hornchurch and be at Beasing at one o’clock.
they all are
Aye, 'ampstead wasn’t good enough for you, was it? … you had to go poncing off to Barnsley, you and yer coal-mining friends.
…And the bezan shall be huge and black, and the eyes thereof red with the blood of living creatures! And the whore of Babylon shall ride forth on a three-headed serpent, and throughout the lands, there’ll be a great rubbing of parts! Yeeah…
He’s down! Sir Kenneth Clark is down in eight seconds. But he’s up again…
Well you’ve got the girl on the bed and her legs up on the mantelpiece.
What’s wrong with a kiss, boy? Hmm? Why not start her off with a nice kiss? You don’t have to go leaping straight for the clitoris like a bull at a gate. Give her a kiss, boy.
Wait. Don’t tell me - it’s something to do with moonlight - it goes with her eyes - it’s soft and gentle, warm and yielding, deeply lyrical and yet tender and frightened like a tiny white rabbit.
What, behind the rabbit?
He’s not kosher!
Mr Badger, I think you’re the silliest person we’ve ever had on this programme, and so I’m going to ask you to have dinner with me.