The swallow may fly south with the sun, or the house-martin or the plover seek warmer lands in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land.
I’m so excited I could hardly wash!
Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition! Our chief weapon is surprise…surprise and fear…fear and surprise… our two weapons are fear and surprise…and ruthless efficiency… Our three weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency…and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope… Our four…no… amongst our weapons… amongst our weaponry…are such elements as fear, surprise… I’ll come in again.
But it’s my only line!
It’s…
Really beginning to hot up now.
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Malcolm Peter Brian Telescope Adrian Umbrella Stand Jasper Wednesday (pops mouth twice) Stoatgobbler John Raw Vegetable (sound effect of horse whinnying) Arthur Norman Michael (blows squeaker) Featherstone Smith (blows whistle) Northgot Edwards Harris (fires pistol, then ‘whoop’) Mason (chuff-chuff-chuff-chuff) Frampton Jones Fruitbat (laughs) (squeaker) Gilbert (sings) ‘We’ll keep a welcome in the’ (three shots, stops singing) Williams If I Could Walk That Way Jenkin (squeaker) Tiger-drawers Pratt Thompson (sings) ‘Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head’ Darcy Carter (horn) Pussycat (sings) ‘Don’t Sleep In The Subway’ Barton Mainwaring (hoot, ‘whoop’) Smith…
Announcer (V.O.)
Very Silly Party.
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Two.
No. 1. The Larch. The… Larch.
It was spelt like that on the van. I’m very observant. I never seen so many bleedin’ aerials. The man said their equipment could pinpoint a purr at four hundred yards, and Eric being such a happy cat was a piece of cake!
In a way, in a way… hmm… “moping,” I must remember that. Now, what’s to be done?
Come on, you pansy!
I might be arguing in my spare time.
I’ve never even been to Spain.
Oh-h-h! Why do I have to hang from this bloody gas bag all day?
The major assault on the Uxbridge Road has been going on for about three weeks, really ever since they established base camp here at the junction of Willesden Road, and from there they climbed steadily to establish camp two, outside Lewis’s, and it’s taken them another three days to establish camp three, here outside the post office. (cut to a pup tent being firmly planted on the side of a largepost-box; it has a little Union Jack on it.) Well they’ve spent a good night in there last night in preparation for the final assault today. The leader of the expedition is twenty-nine-year-old Bert Tagg - a local headmaster and mother of three.
That’s just what Jesus said!
Where are we going to get 44 tons of plankton from every morning? Your dad was dead vexed about that. They thought he was mad in the deli.
I should bally well say so, old fruit.
You have wonderful thighs.
Oh, Mrs. Belpit - your legs are so swollen!