Do you want to come upstairs? Or have you come to arrange a holiday?
But this is not just an old ladies’ town. There are other equally dangerous gangs - such as the baby snatchers.
And the old ladies are thrown into the fjords with their boots tied around their necks.
I told him we already had one. Heheheheheheh.
Albatross!
Toledo Tit Parade? What sort of play’s that?
Shut your festering gob, you tit!
You blackballing bastards!
Our chief weapon is surprise…surprise and fear…fear and surprise… Our two weapons are fear and surprise…and ruthless efficiency… Our three weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency…and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope… Our four…no… Amongst our weapons… Amongst our weaponry…are such elements as fear, surprise… I’ll come in again.
Possibly… but I may be Superintendent Gaskell of the Vice Squad.
You’re a loony.
But it’s my only line!
About one, call it none.
OK, we’ll call it a draw.
Basement: Dangerous gases, viruses, contagious diseases, restaurant and toilet fixings.
Ground floor: Menswear, boyswear, effeminate goods hall, ill health foods.
Mezzanine: Tableware, kitchen goods, soft furnishings, hard furnishings, rock-hard furnishings.
First floor: Complaints.
Second floor: Cosmetics, jewellery, electrical, satire.
Third floor: Nasal injuries hall, other things.
Fourth floor: Granite hall - rocks, shales, alluvial deposits, Felspar, Carpathians, Andes, Urals, mining requisites, atom-splitting service.
Fifth floor: Complaints.
Sixth floor: Complaints.
Seventh floor: Leather goods.
Eighth floor: Roof garden.
Ninth floor: Television aerials.
Tenth floor: Fresh air, clouds, occasional periods of sunshine.
Always look on the bright side of life!
He has, however, chosen a rather obvious piece of cover.
I wave my private parts at your aunties, you brightly-coloured, mealy-templed, cranberry-smelling, electric donkey-bottom biters!
The sausage roll, the crisps and ginger biscuit were unscathed.
One slice of strawberry tart, without so much rat in it, later.