First, some cold consommé or a gazpacho, then some sausages with spring greens, sautée potatoes and bread and gravy.
And finally, monsieur, a wafer-thin mint.
I’m not dead yet!
The salmon mousse.
Are there any women here?
Listen, lad. I’ve built this kingdom up from nothing. When I started here, all there was was swamp. All the kings said I was daft to build a castle in a swamp, but I built it all the same, just to show ‘em! It sank into the swamp. So, I built a second one. That sank into the swamp. So I built a third one. That burned down, fell over, then sank into the swamp. But the fourth one stayed up! An’ that’s what your gonna get, lad – the strongest castle in these islands!
But you put a bucket over your head last time we said ‘mattress’.
“And did those feet in ancient times…”
Well I’m afraid we’re having a little trouble getting this very exciting Icelandic saga started. If any of you at home have any ideas about how to get this exciting saga started again here’s the address to write to:
Help the Exciting Icelandic Saga, 18b MacNorten Buildings, Oban.
Look, we’ll eat your mum. Then, if you feel a bit guilty about it afterwards, we can dig a grave and you can throw up into it.
Now, old woman! You are accused of heresy on three counts. Heresy by thought, heresy by word, heresy by deed, and heresy by action. Four counts. Do you confess?
It’s every man’s right to have babies if he wants them.
You’re a loony.
Do you want to come back to my place?
It’s…
Certainly not. They could be carried.
Let’s not bicker and argue about who killed whom.
I’m not dead yet.
Crunchy Frog? Heap good!
Oh, no… yes. Cheerful and violent.