Enough of this gay banter.
Shirley who used to be the hairdresser?
Here comes that wacky queen again!
No blackmail!
This year our Australasian members and the various organizations affiliated to our Australasian branches put no fewer than twenty-two things on top of other things.
You’re the first person to order a salad for two years. All the Eskimos eat here is fish, fish …
Spam, spam, spam, spam and spam.
My brain hurts!
You been chasing reindeer, have you? You’re a naughty boy… yes… ain’t you a naughty boy…
Well there you can see the scores now. St Stephen in the lead there with his stoning, then comes King Richard the Third at Bosworth Field, a grand death that, then the very lovely Jean d’Arc, then Marat in his bath - best of friends with Charlotte in the showers afterwards - then A. Lincoln of the U.S of A, a grand little chap that, and number six Genghis Khan, and the back marker King Edward the Seventh. Back to you, Wolfgang.
Pinin’ for the fjords?
You hear that? Blessed are the Greek.
Exciting? No, it’s not! It’s dull. Dull. Dull. My God, it’s dull, it’s so desperately dull and tedious and stuffy and boring and des-per-ate-ly dull!
Blessed are the cheesemakers.
Listen. I’m only telling the truth. You have got a very big nose.
Arthur Figgis is an idiot. A village idiot. Tonight we look at the idiot in society.
But I am a chartered accountant.
Well, Mr Cotton, you have what we in the medical profession call a naughty complaint. My advice to you is to put this paper bag over your head - it has little holes there for your eyes, you see - and to ring this bell, and to take this card along to your hospital.
If only Bicycle Repair Man were here!
Jolly good. Well, back to the office with you then.