Can I just add at this point that this is in fact the second time I’ve ever been on television?
Cyril Connolly?
No, semi-carnally.
Wasn’t it Abyssinia?
The minister said he could no longer deny the rumors, but he and the dachshund were very happy…
There’s sure to be a lot of car door-slamming in Kensington tonight!
Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore … he’s not in this bit.
Oh, Mrs. Belpit - your legs are so swollen!
Pope: This** Last Supper **of yours. I’m not happy with it - not happy at all.
Michaelangelo: Oh dear! It took hours!
None shall pass!
What? Behind the rabbit?
What are you thinking, giving a bomb to a baby?
Mr. Newtron is missing!
So much for pathos.
You’re no fun anymore.
Shut your festering gob, you tit! Your type really makes me puke you vacuous, toffee-nosed, malodorous pervert!
I might be arguing in my spare time.
Man!
Well, I think television’s killed real entertainment. In the old days we used to make our own fun at Christmas parties. I used to strike myself on the head repeatedly with blunt instruments while crooning.
Malcolm Peter Brian Telescope Adrian Umbrella Stand Jasper Wednesday (pops mouth twice) Stoatgobbler John Raw Vegetable (whinnying) Arthur Norman Michael (blows squeaker) Featherstone Smith (whistle) Northgot Edwards Harris (fires pistol, then ‘whoop’) Mason (chuff-chuff-chuff-chuff) Frampton Jones Fruitbat (squeaker) Gilbert (sings) ‘We’ll keep a welcome in the’ (three shots) Williams If I Could Walk That Way Jenkin (squeaker) Tiger-drawers Pratt Thompson (sings) ‘Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head’ Darcy Carter (horn) Pussycat (sings) ‘Don’t Sleep In The Subway’ Barton Mainwaring (hoot, ‘whoop’) Smith… two.
Enough of this gay banter.
Well, hellooo sailor.