Hello, good evening, and welcome to ‘Blackmail’!
Well, Mr. Anemone’s on the phone at the moment, but I’m sure he won’t mind if you go on in. Through here.
Wi nøt trei a høliday in Sweden this yer?
Of course you’re on a bloody wire.
Well, if you can imagine the size of Nelson’s Column, which is roughly three times the size of a London bus, then Tchaikovsky was much smaller. His head was about the same size as that of an extremely large dog, that is to say, two very small dogs, or four very large hamsters, or one medium-size rabbit if you count the whole of the body and not just the head.
So-called Cardinal, I put it to you that you died in December 1642.
Allow me to introduce myself.
I’m Inspector Fox of the Light Entertainment Police, Comedy Division, Special Flying Squad.
I didn’t want to seem a bit of an old fusspot just now you know, but it’s just as easy to get these things right as they are easily found in the BALPA handbook.
No one ever expects the Spanish Inquisition!
Oh, my God. Oh, I’m terribly sorry. I thought this was the bally toilet.
To boost the British economy I’d tax all foreigners living abroad.
Well I think customs men should be armed, so they can kill people carrying more than two hundred cigarettes.
What I object to is you automatically treat me like an inferior!
DON’T you GIVE ME THAT, YOU SNOTTY-FACED HEAP OF PARROT DROPPINGS!
Oh, what sad times are these when passing ruffians can say `ni’ at will to old ladies. …
Ni! …
O knights… who until recently said “Ni.”
Well, it’s a joke sir, like Sillius Soddus or Biggus Dickus, Sir.
Spam!
I don’t like Spam!