It’s…
It’s not any bloody flavor.
Well there you can see the scores now. St Stephen in the lead there with his stoning, then comes King Richard the Third at Bosworth Field, a grand death that, then the very lovely Jean d’Arc, then Marat in his bath - best of friends with Charlotte in the showers afterwards - then A. Lincoln of the U.S of A, a grand little chap that, and number six Genghis Khan, and the back marker King Edward the Seventh.
Theatrical managers in this area have not been slow to appreciate the sea’s tremendous dramatic value. And somewhere, out in this bay, is the first underwater production of Measure for Measure.
Well it’s got some rat in it.
Oh, he shouldn’t be saying that, we haven’t done comparatives yet.
All right then, bananas. We haven’t done them, have we? Right, bananas. How to defend yourself against a man armed with a banana. Now you, come at me with this banana. Catch! Now, it’s quite simple to defend yourself against a man armed with a banana. First of all you force him to drop the banana; then, second, you eat the banana, thus disarming him. You have now rendered him 'elpless!
Good evening. Tonight on “Is There” we examine the question, “Is there a life after death?” And here to discuss it are three dead people.
Yes, silly little point but it does seem to matter. Still - less said the better.
I’ll tell you what’s wrong with you: your head’s addled with novels and poems! You come home reeling of Chateau La Tour! And look what you’ve done to mother! She’s worn out from meeting film stars, attending premieres, and giving gala luncheons!
And here they’re just waiting for the start of the 1500 meters for the deaf.
No. I’m sick of it! I want to do something else. I want to make something of my life.
I’d like to welcome the pommy bastard to God’s own earth, and I’d like to remind him that we don’t like stuck-up sticky-beaks here.
Never be rude to an Arab
Ye, but this time we decided to risk it because they’re always saying they’re going to widen it there.
Your Highness, you are also like a stream of bat’s piss.
He hasn’t got shit all over him.
There now follows a Party Political Broadcast on behalf of the Liberal Party…
She turned me into a newt!
Don’t be so bleedin’ stupid. If you lived in bleedin’ Rhodesia, you’d be out at bleedin’ fascist rallies every bleedin’ day. You’re a bleedin’ racist, you bleedin’ are.