Yes, but I am a doctor. Actually, I’m a gynaecologist but that was my lunch hour.
No, it’s much too perilous.
Oh stop bitching and let’s go have tea.
Two pints of cream.
I’m going to lay down some sheep poison.
[Giant foot comes down out of the sky and squashes things.]
What manner of man are you that can summon up fire without flint or tinder?
Hello, is the third test in here, please?
What is your favorite color?
Yes, m’lud. Twenty-three-year-old Abigail hails from down under, where they’re upside down about her. Those Aussies certainly know a thing or two when it comes to beach belles. Bet some life-saver wouldn’t mind giving her the kiss of life. So watch out for sharks, Abigail!
| Second Bruce | Goodday, Bruce! |
|---|---|
| First Bruce | Oh, Hello Bruce! |
| Third Bruce | How are yer Bruce? |
| First Bruce | Bit crook, Bruce. |
| Second Bruce | Where’s Bruce? |
| First Bruce | He’s not here, Bruce. |
No Pooftas!
I come about your advert - ‘Small white pussy cat for sale. Excellent condition’.
Right… well, I should definitely say you’re suffering from a severe personality disorder, sir, sublimating itself in a lactic obsession which could get worse depending on how much money you’ve got.
I’m a completely self-taught idiot. I mean, ooh arh, nob arhh, nob arhh … nobody does that anymore.
Yes, yes, I see. And a pot of yogurt, please.
Jolly good. Well your first question for the blow on the head this evening is: What great opponent of Cartesian dualism resists the reduction of psychological phenomena to physical states?
Sing, Little Birdie?
I would like to take this opportunity of complaining about the way in which these shows are continually portraying psychiatrists who make pat diagnoses of patients’ problems without first obtaining their full medical history.
My brain hurts!