Oh, I thought you were complaining about the bouzouki player!
You want to complain! Look at these shoes. I’ve only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through.
Do you get wafers with it?
From now on you shall be called “Brian that is called Brian.”
Old woman!
Number five. The naughty bits.
It’s…
Splunge!
No no, there was no one there at all. That’s the trouble.
Good morning, I’d like to buy a cat.
Number seven. Two inches to the right of a very naughty bit indeed.
Shall I “thwow” him to the floor, sir?
He who would cross the Bridge of Death
Must answer me
These questions three
Ere the other side he see.
Have you finished in there yet?
Oh, we use only the finest baby frogs, dew-picked and flown from Iraq, cleansed in the finest quality spring water, lightly killed, and sealed in a succulent, Swiss, quintuple-smooth, treble-milk chocolate envelope, and lovingly frosted with glucose.
That’s never a willow.
One dead unjugged rabbit fish later.
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My word, you were here quickly, inspector.
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Yeah, I got the 8.55 Pullman Express from King’s Cross and missed that bit around Hornchurch.
Dear Sir, I object strongly to the obvious athletic turn this show has now taken. Why can’t we hear more about the human body? There is nothing embarrassing or nasty about the human body except for the intestines and bits of the bottom.
Dinsdale…?