And now for something completely different.
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.
Bruce here teaches classical philosophy, Bruce there teaches Haegelian philosophy, and Bruce here teaches logical positivism. And is also in charge of the sheep dip.
There’s nowt wrong wi’ gala luncheons, lad! I’ve had more gala luncheons than you’ve had hot dinners!
I would tax the nude in my bed. No - not tax. What is the word? Oh - ‘welcome’.
The management of this theatre wish to announce that they have received certain information to suggest that there may be a bomb located on the premises. Patrons are requested to evacuate this theatre as quickly as possible. While evacuating, the audience may wish to avail themselves at the extensive range of facilities offered in our foyer cells display. Soft drinks, chocolates, and boiled sweets, a variety of dairy, ice cream… (BOMB EXPLODES) … hot dogs, roasted peanuts, old copies of Newsweek, big prophylactics, dubbin, broken glass…
Stage Manager, Stan Wilson, heap good friend Redfoot tribe. After show we go pow-wow speakum with director, Sandy Camp, in snug bar of Bell and Compasses. Him mighty fine director. Him heap famous.
Well hello, it’s the wacky Queen again!
The development of the industrial bourgeoisie.
My very last offer, Mrs. Scum – a knee in the temple and a dagger up the clitoris!
We use only the finest baby frogs, dew-picked and flown from Iraq, cleansed in finest-quality spring water, lightly killed, and then sealed in a succulent Swiss quintuple smooth treble cream milk chocolate envelope and lovingly frosted with glucose.
Course you don’t get bloody wafers with it, it’s a bloody albatross, isn’t it…
If I might put my head on the chopping block so you can kick it around a bit, sir…
Well, that’s cast rather a gloom over the evening, hasn’t it?
Yeah, you try that with a pineapple down your windpipe.
They began to operate what they called “The Operation.” They would select a victim and then threaten to beat him up if he paid them the so-called protection money.
Can we have your liver, then?
I see. I suppose we make it worse by shouting a lot, do we?
It’s…
I’m sorry, you have to say ‘dog kennel’ to Mr. Lambert, because if you say ‘mattress’ he puts a bucket over his head. I should have explained. Otherwise he’s perfectly all right.