Good morning, I am a bank robber. Er, please don’t panic, just hand over all your money.
You’re fucking nicked, me old beauty!
It’s a fair cop.
Four hours to bury a cat?
Oochy coochy. Look at him laughing… ooh, he’s a chirpy little fellow. Isn’t he a chirpy little fellow, eh? eh? Does he talk? Does he talk, eh?
You see that? That’s where I was born. You know, one day, when I was a little boy, my mother she took me on her knee and she said: ‘Gaston, my son. The world is a beautiful place. You must go into it, and love everyone, not hate people. You must try and make everyone happy, and bring peace and contentment everywhere you go.’ And so… I became a waiter…
Here to play Tchaikovsky’s first piano concerto in B Flat Minor is the world-famous soloist Sviatoslav Richter. During the performance he will escape from a sack, three padlocks and a pair of handcuffs.
Flemish merchants did not wear hand-embroidered chevrons. They did not!
This bloke won’t haggle.
‘Jeez, Mr. Belpit, your legs is all swollen…’
May I recommend the alligator puree.
Here comes that wacky Queen again!
Right, Audrey. When did you first start thinking you were a cow?
We found the tiger skin in a bicycle shop in Cairo. The owner wanted it taken down to Dar Es Salaam–
He’s buggered off!
My! BICYCLE REPAIR MAN! Thank goodness you’ve come!
Amplify the ‘ping’ machine.
So he has - he’s scarpered!
BICYCLE REPAIR MAN! But how?
Not so fast, Akarumba! Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Inspector Baboon of Scotland Yard’s Special Fraud Film Director Squad, Jungle Division.