You lucky bastard!
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Well alright…Alright…But only…if you go on a camping holiday with me.
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He asked me! He asked me!
Hello. Well, don’t leave him hanging around outside, darling. Ask him in.
A path! A path!
This is how it goes. The next thing I’m going to say is my theory. Ready?
Kiss me, Hardy!
9.1 … 9.3 … 9.7 … that’s 28.1 for Genghis Khan.
This was Kevin Francis before last season’s ‘Trim-Jean Play of the Month’ production of ‘The Seagull’ by Anton Chekhov and the Sauna Belt Trim-Jean Company Limited. See Kevin has slipped into his slenderizing garment and is inflating it with the handy little pump provided. Three acts and a few special torso exercises later, Kevin, as Trigorin, the failed writer of sentimental romances, has lost over thirty-three inches. (same shot but very old, skinny John Hughman has replaced Terry J) Wow. What a difference. That Anton Chekhov can certainly write.
Don’t call us. We’ll call you.
Lemon curry?
You want for them to pull up their skirts…
Thanks, Jackie. Great idea. How to play the flute. (picking up a flute) Well here we are. You blow there and you move your fingers up and down here.
We use choicest juicy chunks of fresh Cornish ram’s bladder, emptied, steamed, flavoured with sesame seeds, whipped into a fondue and garnished with lark’s vomit.
Fuck off, I’m full.
It’s only got three rats in it! Rather a lot, really…
Yeah, it’s hidden in his trousers!
Yes, it was the *middle *one.
The BBC wishes to deny rumours that it is going into liquidation. Mrs Kelly, who owns the flat where they live, has said that they can stay on till the end of the month … (he is handed a piece of paper) and we’ve just heard that Hugh Weldon’s watch has been accepted by the London Electricity Board and transmissions for this evening can be continued as planned. (he coughs and pulls the blanket tighter round his shoulders) That’s all from me so… goodnight.
What’s brown and sounds like a bell? Dung!
Dead bishop on the landing.
What’s his diocese?
How should I know what his diocese is?
It’s stamped on the back of his neck.