Hang on a tick. This redistribution of wealth is trickier than I thought.
I’ve got ninety thousand French francs in my fridge
I’ve got lots of lovely Lire
Now the Deutschmark’s getting dearer
And my dollar bills would buy the Brooklyn bridge
Crucifixion? Good. Out of the door, line on the left, one cross each.
Help! Help! I’m being repressed!
(crowd) Yes, we’re all different!
(man) I’m not.
Luxury.
Chris: Actually, I only came in here to ask where the manager’s office was.
Toupee Manager: Just a minute - someone told you we all had toupees?
They just told me to come in here to find the manager’s office, to complain about my ant!
Mr Wentworth just told me to come in here and say that there was trouble at the mill, that’s all - I didn’t expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition!
Well, er, yes, Mr. Anchovy, but you see your report here says that you are an extremely dull person. You see, our experts describe you as an appallingly dull fellow, unimaginative, timid, lacking in initiative, spineless, easily dominated, no sense of humour, tedious company and irrepressibly drab and awful. And whereas in most professions these would be considerable drawbacks, in chartered accountancy they are a positive boon.
No one EVER expects the Spanish Inquisition! 
Well, Mr Walters, what’s it like being invisible?
Walters: Well, for a start, at the office where I work I can be sitting at my desk all day and the others totally ignore me. At home, even though we are in the same room, my wife does not speak to me for hours, people pass me by in the street without a glance in my direction, and I can walk into a room without…
Mr. Paslow? I think there is something wrong with Mr. Paslow.
It’s quite staggeringly popular in the manor, squire.
Around 11, sir.
And the Lord spake, saying, “First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.”
One!
Two!
Five!
Mr. Chigger. So you want to learn to fly…? Right, well, up on the table, arms out, fingers together, knees bent…
One thing is for sure, the sheep is not a creature of the air.
We are but eight score young blondes and brunettes, all between sixteen and nineteen-and-a-half, cut off in this castle with no one to protect us. Ooo, it is a lonely life: bathing, dressing, undressing, making exciting underwear.