Oh! What wouldn’t I give to be spat at in the face! I sometimes hang awake at night dreaming of being spat at in the face.
Lovely people, the Romans.
She has…HUGE…tracks of land!
(I think that’s “tracts”)
Gimme the 'oop!
Oh yes Kipling Road was a typical East End Street, people were in and out of each other’s houses with each other’s property all day long.
Oh, you never know till you try. Look at Mrs Brando’s son next door. He was mending the fridge when they came and asked him to be the Wild One. What do they want you to do?
Various villainous vestal virgins vehemently venerated vesicular ventriloquists.
:smack:
Don’t worry, sir, you’re among friends now, sir…Mr Bradford, Mr Crawley…These are our fitters, sir. We’ve had a lot of experience in this field and we do pride ourselves we offer the best and most discreet service available. I don’t know whether you’ll believe this sir, but one of us is actually wearing a toupee at this moment…
In 1945, peace broke out. The jokes were over.
You can hear episode two of, “A Minute Passed,” tomorrow night at a minute past.
I have no quarrel with you, good Sir knight, but I must cross this bridge.
What is the capital of Assyria?
SQUAD! Camp it… UP!
There are more things in heaven and earth, you know.
No, there aren’t.
Look, I took the liberty of examining that parrot when I got it home, and I discovered the only reason that it had been sitting on its perch in the first place was that it had been nailed there.
Are you insinuating something?
Morning, madam, I’ve come to read your poet.
Are you sure you’re not an encyclopedia salesman?
Wouldn’t you just die without Mahler?
Better get me a bucket.