Australia! Australia! Australia! Australia! We love you, amen!
Time enough, I think, for a piece of wood!
Mr. Keith Maniac from Guatemala.
This is my trusty servant Patsy.
And that’s the final entry. La derniere entree. Das final entry. And now, guten abend. Das scores. The scores. Les scores. Dei scores. Oh! Scores. Ha! Scores!
¡Cuidado, hay llamas!
God: Every time I try to talk to someone it’s “sorry this” and “forgive me that” and “I’m not worthy”…
The plumage don’t enter into it!
Yes, it was the middle one.
We are here today to witness the opening of a new box to replace the box which used to stand at the corner of Ulverston Road and Sandwood Crescent. Owing to the road-widening programme carried out by the Borough Council, the Ulverston Road box was removed, leaving the wall box in Esher Road as the only box for the Ulverston Road area. This new box will enable the people of the Ulverston Road area to post letters, post-cards and small packages without recourse to the Esher Road box or to the box outside the post office at Turner’s Parade which many people used to use, but which has now been discontinued owing to the opening of this box and also the re-organization of box distribution throughout the whole area, which comes into force with the opening of new boxes at the Wyatt Road Post Office in July.
This is a vegetarian restaurant only: we serve no animal flesh of any kind. We’re not only proud of that, we’re smug about it. So if you were to come in here asking me to rip open a small defenseless chicken, so you could chew its skin and eat its intestines, then I’m afraid I’d have to ask you to leave.
There’s nothing more dangerous than a wounded mosquito.
Yes, it was the film director Visconti. Five points. “An Italian film director” is not sufficient.
Well, what are you doing creeping around a cow shed at two o’clock in the morning? That doesn’t sound very wise to me.
Well, you’ve had the operation, you strange person.
Number seven. Two inches to the right of a very naughty bit indeed.
Good evening. Tonight on “Is There” we examine the question, “Is there a life after death?” And here to discuss it are three dead people.
O Lord, we beseech thee, have mercy on our faculty, Amen!
Now, f*ck off!
It needn’t be a little penguin. It can be the biggest penguin you’ve ever seen. An electric penguin, twenty feet high, with long green tentacles that sting people, and you can stab it in the wings and the blood can go spurting psssssshhhh in slow motion.