OK - technically not a Monty Python but
Stagger, stagger, crawl, crawl, jump
Luxury.
Splitter!
Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.
Say n’more, say n’more, say n’more. Purley, say n’more!
Be quiet!
Order, eh – who does he think he is?
Beethoven, Mozart, Chopin, Liszt, Brahms, Panties… I’m sorry… Schumann, Schubert, Mendelssohn and Bach. Names that will live for ever.
Good evening. I’d like to talk to you tonight about the place of the nude in my bed … um … in the history of my bed … of art, of art, I’m sorry. The place of the nude in the history of tart… call-girl… I’m sorry. I’ll start again… Bum … oh what a giveaway!
There’s another dead bishop on the landing.
What’s his diocese?
How should I know what his diocese is?
It’s stamped on the back of their neck
One slice of strawberry tart without so much rat in it later…
Could you do the egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam then?
No. 1. The Larch.
Have you got all the stuffing up one end?
And the Lord spake, saying, “First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin, then shalt thou count to three: no more, no less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count and the number of the counting shalt be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thou foe, who being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.”
It’s all a bit zany - you know a bit madcap funster… frankly I don’t fully understand it myself, the kids seem to like it.
What, the curtains?
All right… all right, the house is surrounded and nobody leave the room and all the rest of it. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Assistant Chief Constable Theresamanbehindyer.
Er, do you want… do you want to come back to my place, bouncy bouncy?
How much do you hate the Romans?