Oh, that sounds wonderful. Would you like to talk about the meaning of life, darling?
“And here, if I’m very much mistaken, comes the eclipse.”
“Yes, you are very much mistaken. Here it comes.”
Those are the rules, that’s the game, 'til next time, bye bye!
Now, old lady, you have one last chance. Confess the heinous sin of heresy, reject the works of the ungodly - two last chances. And you shall be free…three last chances. You have three last chances, the nature of which I have divulged in my previous utterance.
(it came up in another thread)
…there shall, in that time, be rumors of things going astray, errrm, and there shall be a great confusion as to where things really are, and nobody will really know where lieth those little things - with the sort of raffia work base that has an attachment. At this time, a friend shall lose his friend’s hammer and the young shall not know where lieth the things possessed by their fathers that their fathers put there only just the night before, about eight o’clock. Yea, it is written in the book of Cyril that…
The Black Knight always triumphs! Have at you! Come on then!
'Course it’s a good idea!
I have a vewy gweat fwiend in Wome called “Biggus Dickus”.
And finally, a wafer-thin mint!
Stan: It’s every man’s right to have babies if he wants them.
Reg: But you can’t have babies.
Stan: Don’t you oppress me.
Reg: Where’s the fetus going to gestate? You going to keep it in a box?
And Miles Yellowbird, up high in a banana tree: the golfer and inventor of Catholicism.
Better get me a bucket.
No. Fuck off. I’m full.
A path! A path!
Listen, lad, I built this kingdom up from nothing. All I had when I started was swamp … other kings said I was daft to build a castle on a swamp, but I built it all the same … just to show 'em. It sank into the swamp. So I built a another one … that sank into the swamp. I built another one … That fell over and THEN sank into the swamp … So I built another … and that stayed up. … And that’s what your gonna get, lad: the most powerful kingdom in this island.
You’re using coconuts!
Very good golfer. Very good golfer. Rotten at finance. It’ll be Parkinson next.
Accidents happen, Colonel.
In the frozen land of Nador, they were forced to eat Robin’s minstrels. And there was much rejoicing.
Well, that’s cast rather a gloom over the evening, hasn’t it?