It’s…
I can’t buy that book, it’s torn!
I’m a lumberjack, and I’m okay.
I’m sorry, I’m not allowed to argue any more.
You’re rather a smart young lad aren’t you. We could do with somebody like you to feed the pantomime horse. Very smart.
Shut up. Come the year 1991, given the present rate of increase in the world’s population, the Chinese will be three deep.
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you and now for the fish - the fish down the trousers.
It’s only a wafer-thin mint.
Oh shit! It’s Mr. Creosote!
We interrupt this programme to annoy you and make things generally irritating for you.
Better get a bucket. I’m going to throw up.
The sodding hamster’s dead!
Bloody Romans.
They’ll put you in the dock… and you won’t come back.
Ee ecky thump!
Ni! Ni! Ni!
Splunge!
It’s all due to a trauma I suffered when I was a sboolboy. I was attacked by a bat.
A lot.
Say no more!