Splunge!
Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.
Go clean your armour.
Even if you come and get him.
Oh, “slunge” for me too.
(That’s “splunge”).
Albatross!
You wouldn’t know the difference between the battle of Borodino and a tiger’s bum!
Right, I’ll do you for that…!
Quizmaster: Jolly good! Well now Madam your first question for the blow on the head this evening is: Which great opponent of Cartesian dualism resists the reduction of psychological phenomena to a physical state and insists there is no point of contact between the extended and the unextended?
Ratbag: I don’t know that.
Quizmaster: Well – have a guess!
Ratbag: Oh… Henri Bergson?
Quizmaster: …is the correct answer! (Piano chords)
Ratbag: Ooh, that was lucky. I never even heard of him.
Our experts describe you as an appallingly dull fellow, unimaginative, timid, lacking in initiative, spineless, easily dominated, no sense of humour, tedious company and irrepressibly drab and awful.
I waggled me wig!
[Webb’s Wonder]
tick tick tick…
[/Webb’s Wonder]
Look, let me go back in there and face the peril.
May I just point out that this is, in fact, my first time on TV.
I’m sorry, we don’t have time for that.
Our researchers spent six months living like penguins…and consequently dying like penguins…only quicker…proving that the penguin is a tough old bugger in his own environment.
Squad! Confuse… a cat!
Wait for it!
… and a dagger up the clitoris!
Ooooh, I’ve never 'ad one there before!
I like following orders.