Mountaineer? Mountaineer…where the devil are they, mound, mount… mountain… a mountaineer: ‘two men skilled in climbing mountains’. Jolly good, well you’re in. Congratulations, both of you. Well, er, what are your names?
There are some who call me… Tim?
Woman: Well there’s rat cake … rat sorbet… rat pudding… or strawberry tart.
Man: Strawberry tart?!
Woman: Well it’s got some rat in it.
Man: How much?
Woman: Three, rather a lot really.
Man: …well, I’ll have a slice without so much rat in it.
I stom certainly od. Revy chum so.
Oh, king eh? Very nice. And how’d you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers. By hanging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society.
Oh, Mrs. Belpit - your legs are so swollen!
I’d better replace it, then.
What are you thinking, giving a bomb to a baby?
It’s real Hawaiian food served in an authentic medieval English dungeon atmosphere.
Well I don’t want to show my hand too early, but actually here at Slater Nazi we are quite keen to get into orphans, you know, developing market and all that… what sort of sum did you have in mind?
You can’t expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
None shall pass!
Oh, my nipples explode with delight!
That’s better, now I’m Inspector Tiger and I must ask that nobody leave the room.
He was better when the head came off, Mr Gabriello. He was really dodging the guy.
You’re no fun anymore.
Well, er, yes Mr Anchovy, but you see your report here says that you are an extremely dull person. You see, our experts describe you as an appallingly dull fellow, unimaginative, timid, lacking in initiative, spineless, easily dominated, no sense of humour, tedious company and irrepressibly drab and awful. And whereas in most professions these would be considerable drawbacks, in chartered accountancy they are a positive boon
This is the planet Algon, fifth world in the system of Aldebaran, the Red Giant in the constellation of Sagittarius. Here an ordinary cup of drinking chocolate costs four million pounds, an immersion heater for the hot-water tank costs over six billion pounds, and a pair of split-crotch panties would be almost unobtainable.
I might be arguing in my spare time.
I’ve had enough of this!