You know… thingie!
And now…
Number two…
The Horse Chestnut.
About one, call it none.
You silly king!
That’s just what Jesus said!
Look, you’ve got it all wrong! You don’t need to follow me. You don’t need to follow anybody! You’ve got to think for yourselves! You’re all individuals!
I’m not.
… I’ll come in again.
That’s you, m’lud, not you, m’lud.
Lark’s vomit?
Look, you stupid bastard. You’ve got no arms left.
Your Majesty is like a stream of bat’s piss.
We can guarantee you that not a single armoured division will get done over for fifteen bob a week.
Shall I “thwow” him to the floor, sir?
That’s one of Shaw’s!
But I didn’t have the salmon mousse!
Shut up! Shut up, you American. You always talk, you Americans, you talk and you talk and say ‘Let me tell you something’ and ‘I just wanna say this.’ Well, you’re dead now, so shut up.
Jim: …Waiting quite superbly for the eclipse of the sunlike object.
Brian: And here, if I’m very much mistaken, comes the eclipse.
Jim: Yes, you are very much mistaken. Here it comes.
What page in script?
… and their lovely daughter Mitzi Gaynor, who had fabulous tits and an enchanting smile, and wooden teeth which she had bought at a chemist’s in Augsburgh, despite the fire risk. She treasured these teeth, which were made of the finest pine and she varnished them after every meal.