I’m not dead yet.
I think I’ll go for a walk.
Number five… the naughty bits.
M’lud, and my other lud, the prosecution will endeavour to show m’lud, that m’lud - ah, not you m’lud, that m’lud, m’lud, while passing sentence at the Central Criminal Court blotted his copy book. Call exhibit Q.
From now on you shall be called Brian that is called Brian.
I decided to open a high class night club for the gentry at Biggleswade with
International cuisine and cooking and top line acts, and not a cheap clip joint
for picking up tarts – that was right out, I deny that completely
That’s a strange expression, Bruce.
Ah, hello. Well, first of all I’d like to apologize for the behavior of certain of my colleagues you may have seen earlier, but they are from broken homes, circus families and so on and they are in no way representative of the new modern improved British Navy.
Here! Don’t you start doing a documentary on us, young man.
Alms for an ex-leper!
Sorry I’m late, headmaster. I’ve been wrestling with Plato.
You’re usin’ coconuts!
Kids were different in them days. They didn’t have their heads filled with all this Cartesian Dualism!
I remember Doug was keen on boxing, but when he learned to walk, he took up puttin’ the boot in the groin.
You’re in luck, here’s the Lord Mayor.
Zees vos zer Trondheim Hammer Donce, vich ees herrd every tventy-five minutes in the town of Trondheim, in vich zee old ladies are struck around zer head veeth round stick, or KNURTEL.
Bonsoir - ici nous avons les diagrammes modernes d’un mouton anglo-français … maintenant … baa-aa, baa-aa… nous avons, dans la tête, le cabinc. Ici, on se trouve le petit capitaine Anglais, Monsieur Trubshawe.
We are struggling together!
(crowd) - Yes, we are all different!
(man) - I’m not.
My brain hurts!