I can’t buy that book, it’s torn.
…The Larch.
Oh, I’ve had enough of this.
Mr. Luxury-Yacht, this nose of yours is false.
Dinsdale was a gentleman, and what’s more, he knew how to treat a female impersonator.
And this isn’t my nose, it’s a false one!
And now for something completely different - a man with a tape recorder up his nose.
And now, the sound of John Denver being strangled.
Bitte mein Herr. Was ist das Won für Mittelschmerz?
Splunge!
Spam!
Ni!!!
It’s…!
We are but eight-score young blonds and brunettes, all between 16 and 19 1/2, cut off in this castle with no one to protect us
And after the spanking, the oral sex.
Wait until Biggus Dickus hears of this!!!
You have to know these things when you’re king.
Here comes that wacky Queen again!
Now you may think that this is very harsh behaviour, but let me tell you that our management consultants actually queried the necessity for us to employ a pantomime horse at all.
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.