Spam!
I don’t like Spam!
Spam!
Sshh, dear, don’t cause a fuss. I’ll have your spam.
It’s always Christmas in heaven.
Go away!
Fetchez la vache!
From Harold. He’s that sheep there over under the elm. He’s that most dangerous of animals, a clever sheep. He’s the ring-leader. He has realized that a sheep’s life consists of standing around for a few months and then being eaten. And that’s a depressing prospect for an ambitious sheep. He’s patently hit on the idea of escape.
Well, while the Minister is answering this question I’d just like to point out the Minister’s dress has been made entirely by hand from over three hundred pieces of Arabian shot silk especially created for the Minister by Vargar’s of Paris.
Spam!
We are struggling together!
Blessed are the cheesemakers.
Bloody Romans.
Here, he says he’s not dead!
I mean, he didn’t want to nail my head to the floor, I had to insist. He wanted to let me off!
No one ever expects the Spanish Inquisition!
Dinsdale was a gentleman, and what’s more, he knew how to treat a female impersonator.
Spam!
Jethro Q. Walrustitty.
Try to be nice to people, avoid eating fat, read a good book every now and then, get some walking in, and try and live together in peace and harmony with people of all creeds and nations.