Go away!
I’m going to ask you again, and if you say no, I’m going to have to shoot you.
It doesn’t matter! You’re all going to die in a day or two.
It doesn’t matter why they’re dressed as a tiger. Have they got my leg?
No, no, no, my fish’s name is Eric, Eric the fish. He’s an halibut.
I have this terrible feeling of deja vu.
Me too.
What a silly bunt.
What a silly bunt.
Well I don’t want to show my hand too early, but actually here at Slater Nazi we are quite keen to get into orphans, you know, developing market and all that… what sort of sum did you have in mind?
Oh, I’ll look after the cat. Goodness me, Mrs. Newman’s eldest never worried about the cat when he went off to do The Sweet Bird of Youth.
Can I please speak! I came all the way from Oslo to do this program! I’m a professor of archaeology. I’m an expert in ancient civilizations. All right, I’m only five foot ten. All right my posture is bad, all right I slump in my chair. But I’ve had more women than either of you two! I’ve had half bloody Norway, that’s what I’ve had! So you can keep your Robert Eversley! And you can keep your bloody Watutsi! I’d rather have my little body… my little five-foot-ten-inch body…
It just says “We would like you to be in a sketch. You are standing at a counter. When the sketch starts you go off. Yours faithfully, Lord Hill.”
Shut your noise, you! And get that suit on! And no singing!
He’s going to tell, he’s going to tell
It’s a bird, innit? It’s a bloody sea bird . … it’s not any bloody flavour. Albatross!
And now for something completely different.
It’s funny how one can go through life, as I have, disliking bananas and being indifferent to cheese, and then be able to eat, and enjoy, a banana and cheese sandwich like this.
You’re in luck; here’s the Lord Mayor.
Tattooed on the back o’ the neck!
And after the spankings… the oral sex!