Oh I’m sorry, is this a five minute argument, or the full half hour?
We have a lot of trouble with these oldies. Pension day’s the worst - they go mad. As soon as they get their hands on their money they blow it all on milk, bread, tea, tin of meat for the cat.
Could you do the egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam then?
It’s perfectly ordinary banter, Squiffy. Bally Jerry…pranged his kite right in the how’s yer father…hairy blighter, dicky-birdied, feathered back on his Sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harper’s and caught his can in the Bertie.
Me heap big fan Cicely Courtneidge… She fine actress … she make interpretation heap subtle … she heap good diction and timing … she make part really live for Indian brave.
Look! I’m not absolutely certain, but, well I do rather get the impression that there is someone actually knocking on the door at this very moment.
When moon high over prairie, when wolf howl over mountain, when mighty wind roar through Yellow Valley, we go Leatherhead Rep - block booking, upper circle - whole tribe get it on 3/6d each… Stage manager, Stan Wilson, heap good friend Redfoot tribe. After show we go pow-wow speakum with director, Sandy Camp, in snug bar of Bell and Compasses. Him mighty fine director. Him heap famous.
No. 1. The Larch. The… Larch.
Rule six - there is no rule six!
We do Dial M for Murder. Chief Running Elk - him kill buffalo with bare hands, run thousand paces when the sun is high - him play Chief Inspector Hardy. Heap good fine actor.
Heh. An official HM Ministry of Silly Walks wristwatch: http://www.northernsun.com/Silly-Walks-Monty-Python-Watch-(2358).html
That’s nice dear.
Is your name not Bruce, then?
We are no longer the knights who say Ni. We are now the knights who say ekki-ekki-ekki-pitang-zoom-boing!
It’s like those miserable psalms. They’re so depressing. Now knock it off.
I can’t tell the difference between Whizzo butter and this dead crab.
Llamas are larger than frogs.
It’s not that, sir, it’s just … I’d rather eat Hodges.
And finally, monsieur, a wafer-thin mint.
Couldn’t you have your balls cut off?