Mønti Pythøn ik den Hølie Gräilen. Wi nøt trei a høliday in Sweden this yër? See the løveli lakes. The wøndërful telephøne system. And mäni interesting furry animals.
Well, we’ve just come from the Courtauld and Ralph smashed every exhibit but one in the Danish Contemporary Sculpture Exhibition.
One at a time, please.
I promise I won’t ruin your sketch for a pound.
Well, hello, what’s Britain’s wacky Queen up to now? Well, she’s certainly not sitting on the fence. She’s painting it.
I didn’t like the other halibuts; they were all too flat.
D’accord, d’accord. Maintenant, je vous présente mon collègue, le pouf célèbre, Jean-Brian Zatapathique.
Requi-site-t-t-t-t-t-t
Telephone, Mr Hilter, it’s that nice Mr McGoering from the Bell and Compasses. He says he’s found a place where you can hire bombers by the hour
Not much fun in Stalingrad, no.
After a few more of these remarks, I shall be appearing in a sketch, so stay tuned.
It’s a man’s life in the British Dental Association.
“We are three wise men.”
“Well, what are you doing creeping around a cow shed at two o’clock in the morning? That doesn’t sound very wise to me.”
He’s a very naughty boy!
I’m not.
And now for something more completely different…
Are there any women here?
Uh-oh, here comes that wacky queen again!
Do you want to come upstairs…?
Wink, wink, nudge, nudge, say no more!