Stop it! Now look: no one is to stone anyone until I blow this whistle, do you understand? Even - and I want to make this absolutely clear - even if they do say “Jehovah”.
:: drops a boulder on Prof. P. ::
The enemy were all wearing little silver halos, sir. And they had fairy wands with big stars on the end, and…
I’ve got ninety thousand pounds in my pajamas.
I’ve got forty thousand French francs in my fridge.
I’ve got lots and lots of lira,
Now the deutschmark’s getting dearer,
And my dollar bill could buy the Brooklyn Bridge.
There is nothing quite as wonderful as money,
There is nothing quite as beautiful as cash,
Some people say it’s folly
But I’d rather have the lolly
With money you can make a smash.
There is nothing quite as wonderful as money
There is nothing like a newly minted pound
All Everyone must hanker
For the butchness of a banker
It’s accountancy that makes the world go round.
You can keep your Marxist ways
For it’s only just a phase.
All For its money, money, money,
Makes the world go round.
Money, money, money, money, money, money!
Shall I “thwow” him to the floor, sir?
Well, at least it’ll give me a reason to wind up the staff meeting.
This is my wife, Audrey. She smells a bit, but she has a heart of gold.
My brain hurts!
Oh, intercourse the penguin!
Entel and apploach the thlone.
I must warn you, sir, that outside I have Police Dog Josephine, who is not only armed, and trained to sniff out certain substances, but is also a junkie.
What d’you want one of them for! I’m not going to clean it out. You said you’d clean the tiger out, but do you? No, I suppose you’ve lost interest in it now. Now it’ll be ant ant ant for a couple of days, then all of a sudden, ‘oh, mum, I’ve bought a sloth’ or some other odd-toed ungulate like a tapir.
This isn’t an argument! It’s just contradiction!
No, it isn’t.
Listen mate. I’m beginning to have my doubts about you.
The Reverend Arthur Belling is vicar of St. Loony Up the Cream Bun and Jam.
Notice that they do not so much fly as plummet.
I cut down trees, I skip and jump, I like to press wild flowers. I put on women’s clothing and hang around in bars.
Look, we’ll eat her, and if you’re feeling a bit guilty about it afterwards, we’ll dig a grave and you can throw up in it!
All right, but apart from the sanitation, the medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, the fresh-water system, and public health, what have the Romans ever done for us?