'Ello, 'ello, 'ello. What’s all this, then?
It’s just a flesh wound.
[I read an article this week that said that Elvis Presley loved *Monty Python and the Holy Grail* and went to see it about 2 dozen times when it came out. Apparently he quoted it so frequently during the last couple of years of his life that it annoyed his entourage. The above quote was a frequent riposte.]
[I never heard that before - cool!]
You’re a looney.
My brain hurts.
'Cause she’s a fucking princess, that’s why!
He’s that most dangerous of animals, a clever sheep.
Prince Walter.
Well, hello, what’s Britain’s wacky Queen up to now? Well, she’s certainly not sitting on the fence. She’s painting it.
Peng! Right in the toast!
Guard? Kill that man.
My brain hurts!
ShalI I “thwow” to the floor, sir?
If I might put my head on the chopping block so you can kick it around a bit, sir…
Now this is for £15 and it’s to stop us revealing the name of your lover in Bolton.
Oh well, Reverend Morrison…in your policy…in your policy …here we are. It states quite clearly that no claim you make will be paid.
So, Mrs. Teal… if you send us £15 by return post, please, and your husband Trevor, and your lovely children Diane, Janice and Juliet need never know the name of your lover in Bolton.
let’s not bicker and argue over who killed who
The Adventures of Biggles. Part one - Biggles dictates a letter.
Well, Mr. Anemone’s on the phone at the moment, but I’m sure he won’t mind if you go on in.
Right, who’s got a boil on his Semprini, then?