Oh, yeah, but I like that sort of little burst of frenzy they have then, you know. I like it when they get a little bit angry. Shows they’re human.
It IS the rabbit!
A wise choice, monsieur. And now, how would you like it served? All, uh, mixed up togezer in a bucket?
Lady Chairman, sir, shareholders, ladies and gentlemen. I have great pleasure in announcing that owing to a cutback on surplus expenditure of twelve million Canadian dollars, plus a refund of seven and a half million Deutschmarks from the Swiss branch, and in addition adding the debenture preference stock of the three and three quarter million to the directors’ reserve currency account of seven and a half million, plus an upward expenditure margin of eleven and a half thousand lira, due to a rise in capital investment of ten million pounds, this firm last year made a complete profit of a shilling.
Well, that was really 'orrible.
She’s a witch! Burn her!
Very small rocks.
Protestant, and fiercely proud of it.
The cat sat on the mat. And now the Battle of Trafalgar… Tonight we examine popular views of this great battle. Was the Battle of Trafalgar fought in the Atlantic off southern Spain? Or was it fought on dry land near Cudworth in Yorkshire? Here is one man who thinks it was.
I come about your advert - ‘Small white pussy cat for sale. Excellent condition’.
No time Toulouse.
Can I call you “Frank”? It’s a nice name. Richard Nixon’s got a hedgehog called Frank. Now, Frank – Fran – Frannie – little Frannie-pooh…
Message for you, sir…
Well, that’s the mission - now here’s the method. RSM Murdoch will lull the enemy into a false sense of security by giving them large quantities of money, a good home, and a steady job. Then, when they’re upstairs with the wife, Sapper MacDonald will hurl himself at the secret documents, destroying them and himself. Well, that’s the plan, the time is now 19.42 hours. I want you to get to bed, have a good night’s rest and be up on parade early in the morning. Thank you for listening and thank you for a lovely supper.
You can’t expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a sword at you!
Go and praise someone else’s brat! Go on!
I written a sketch.
…Each of the knights went their separate ways. Sir Robin rode north, through the dark forest of Ewing, accompanied by his favorite minstrels.
People on television treat the general public like idiots.
“She turned me into a newt!”
“… A Newt?”
“… I got better.”