We are no longer the knights who say ni! We are now the knights who say ekki-ekki-ekki-pitang-zoom-boing!
Oh, it was extremely interesting, very, very - quite… it was dull; dull, dull, dull, oh God it was dull. Sitting in the Waterloo waiting room. Course once you’ve seen one Yeti you’ve seen them all.
It’s funny, isn’t it? How your best friend can just blow up like that?
It’s my first. Please be gentle with me.
…and may I take this opportunity of emphasizing that there is no cannibalism in the British Navy. Absolutely none, and when I say none, I mean there is a certain amount…
Now before I begin the lesson will those of you who are playing in the match this afternoon move your clothes down on to the lower peg immediately after lunch before you write your letter home, if you’re not getting your hair cut, unless you’ve got a younger brother who is going out this weekend as the guest of another boy, in which case collect his note before lunch, put it in your letter after you’ve had your hair cut, and make sure he moves your clothes down onto the lower peg for you.
Yes. And, er, he never showed any inclination towards being a Scotsman before this happened?
Shut your festering gob, you tit! Your type really makes me puke you vacuous, toffy-nosed, malodorous pervert!
O knights who… until recently said “Ni”…
Hurry up … right! Now, I know some hospitals where you get the patients lying around in bed. Sleeping, resting, recuperating, convalescing. Well, that’s not the way we do things here, right! No, you won’t be loafing about in bed wasting the doctors’ time. You - you horrible little cripple. What’s the matter with you?
Ah, I see you have the machine that goes “PING!”
In addition, as he’s going to be teaching politics, I’ve told him he’s welcome to teach any of the great socialist thinkers, provided he makes it clear that they were wrong.
Did mummy say anything as she changed?
It’s quite staggeringly popular in the manor, squire.
Monty Python’s Flying Circus tonight comes to you live from the Grillomat Snack Bar, Paignton.
So he has! He’s scarpered!
This is indeed a grim day for the human race, Dan.
My brain hurts!
Oh, he was such a pretty baby, always so kind and gentle. He was really considerate to his mother, and not at all the kind of person you’d expect to pulverize his opponent into a bloody mass of flesh and raw bone, spitting teeth and fragments of gum into a ring which had become one man’s hell and Ken’s glory.
Oh good, that’ll be the Vet, dear.