What’s so special about the cheesemakers?
Oh, I’m up to page 39, where Peter Pan first manifests himself.
Don’t come here with that posh talk you nasty, stuck-up twit.
Well it’s funny you should ask that, but I’ve just been reading a great big book about how to put your budgie down, and apparently you can either hit them with the book, or, you can shoot them just there, just above the beak.
Or suicide.
Brave Sir Robin ran away…Bravely ran away away
We shall say ‘ni’ again to you, if you do not appease us.
Now listen up, you pathetic, downtrodden, beaten, tortured, starved, and generally very badly treated slaves, you’re here for the long haul - so get used to it!
I might be arguing in my spare time.
I know. I know you can’t. I didn’t want to say anything. I just wanted to try and ignore your crass mistake.
Ah, moon of my delight who know’st no wane …
Another bloody alien!
Who shall declare this good, that ill
When good and ill so intertwine
But to fulfil the vast design of an omniscient will.
When seeming again but turns to loss
When earthly treasure proves but dross
And what seems lost but turns again
To high eternal gain.
And what is the name of your ravishing wife?..Wait. Don’t tell me - it’s something to do with moonlight - it goes with her eyes - it’s soft and gentle, warm and yielding, deeply lyrical and yet tender and frightened like a tiny white rabbit
Stop that, stop that! You’re not going to do a song while I’m here.
It’s Deidre.
I’m 37.
“Wenn ist das Nunstück git und Slotermeyer? Ja! … Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput.”
I say, Barnes. Did you put something in Mr. Fothergill’s drink?
No, sir.
Then why is he squirming on the carpet like that, clutching his throat and his eyes popping out?
Indigestion, sir?
Gin ingestion more likely, Barnes. Gather Mr. Fothergill up and prop him against the wall.
Mr. Fothergill is three times my size, sir.
Then get a crane or something, Barnes. Think laterally, man!
Any-THING goes in!
Any-THING goes out!
Fish, bananas, old pajamas,
Mutton! Beef! and Trout!
Shut your noise, you! And get that suit on! And no singing!