I promise not to kill you!
I fart in your general direction!
Oh doctor, I’ve just shot another patient. I don’t think there’s any point in your seeing him.
There’s sure to be a lot of car door-slamming in Kensington tonight!
Hello! No, no, no I think they are all part of the British Shoe Corporation now.
Listen, before he started fixing, he used to get through four Jehovah’s witnesses a day. And he used to eat all of them, except the pamphlets.
This second theory which was the one that I had said…
What an eccentric performance.
Superimposed caption: ‘EPISODE 12B: FULL FRONTAL NUDITY’
It’s a bazooka!
If I went around saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they’d put me away!
Well, we knew as well as anyone that the monsoons were due, but the thing was, Ricky and I had just had a blow dry and rinse, and we couldn’t go out for a couple of days.
What are you thinking, giving a bomb to a baby?
It’s real Hawaiian food served in an authentic, medieval English dungeon atmosphere.
Julius Caesar on an Aldis lamp! Wuthering Heights in semaphore! And Gentlemen Prefer Blondes via smoke signal!
There was a lot of bitching in the tents.
We’ll not risk another frontal assault. That rabbit’s dynamite.
What famous person is this getting up in the morning?.. Yes, it was the film director Visconti. Five points. “An Italian film director” is not sufficient.
Oh, I see sort of ‘Now look here, you may be Chairman but your bloody pusillanimous behaviour makes me vomit!’ That sort of thing?
Well, what about those juniper bushes over there?