Right, well, I’d better turn the plane 'round then.
Argh! A tranquillizing dart fired by the cowardly BBC health department dogs … they’ve done filled me full of chlorpromazine damn!
Well, we could lend you a parachute.
I’ve got a ferret sticking up my nose.
She turned me into a newt!
Run away! Run away!
I got better.
Look!! There’s the old man from Scene 24!
Do you want to come upstairs?
Well here at Luton it’s a three-cornered contest between, from left to right, Alan Jones (Sensible Party), Tarquin Fin-tim-lim-bim-lim-bin- bim-bin-bim bus stop F’tang F’tang Olé Biscuit barrel (Silly Party), and Kevin Phillips Bong, who is running on the Slightly Silly ticket. And here’s the result.
You must be a looney.
Uh, oh, here comes that wacky Queen again!
I’m the senior officer here and I haven’t had a funny line yet. So I’m stopping it.
He’s not the Messiah, he’s a very naughty boy.
I’m not a Roman, Mum, I’m a kike, a yid, a heebie, a hook-nose. I’m kosher, Mum - I’m a Red Sea pedestrian, and proud of it!
I wave my private parts at your aunties, … you cheesy lot of second hand electric donkey bottom biters.
It’s only a model.
We are the Knights who say Ni!
I’ve got… 90,000 pounds in my pajamas
I’ve got 40,000 French francs in my fridge
I’ve got lots of lovely lira
Now the Deutsche Mark’s getting dearer
And my dollar bills would buy the Brooklyn Bridge
Cheer up, Fritz, it may never happen. Maybe it’s because I’m a Londoner…