Ah - of course you’ve got to make sure it’s not a dromedary. 'Cos if it’s a dromedary it goes in the dromedary book.
Today I hear the robin sing
Today the thrush is on the wing
Today who knows what life will bring
Today…
If they want someone to act outside of a trench, they can get themselves a goddamn stuntman!
She’s a good Sheila, Bruce, and not at all stuck up.
But why couldn’t you fight a penguin?
'Ello 'ello 'ello - what’s all this, then?
Iiiiiiimanuel Kant was a real pissant who was very rarely stable
Tonight we’re going to sort it all out, for tonight is The Meaning Of Life.
We’ll be showing you more of that photograph later in the programme…unless we hear from Charles or Michael.
No, no, no, my fish’s name is Eric, Eric the fish. He’s an halibut.
I wave my private parts in your general direction!
He’s a halibut.
Four HOURS to bury the cat?
Yes, it wouldn’t keep still.
See two posts earlier.
I waggled me wig!
Good evening. It’s just after eight o’clock, and time for the penguin on top of your television to explode.
Scott: (shouts) I get to fight the lion.
Oh, I don’t know what’s good about it, my right arm’s hanging off something awful.
And now for something completely different - a man with a tape recorder up his nose.
Dinsdale…?
Venezuelan Beaver Cheese?