Um… look. If we built this large, wooden badger…
Have you heard the one about the three nuns in the nudist colony?
Ugh. Me heap dizzy.
Oh Lord, please don’t burn us, don’t grill or toast your flock, don’t put us on the barbecue, or simmer us in stock, don’t braise or bake or boil us, or stir-fry us in a wok. Oh please don’t lightly poach us, or baste us with hot fat, don’t fricassee or roast us, or boil us in a vat.
Right, do you four boys take these two girls to be your seven brides?
I think I’ll go for a walk.
Just like my Kevin. Show him an exhibition of early eighteenth-century Dresden Pottery and he goes berserk.
Minister, may I put the first question to you? In your plan “A Better Britain For Us,” you claimed that you would build 88,000 million, billion houses a year in the Greater London area alone. In fact, you’ve built only three in the last fifteen years. Are you a bit disappointed with this result?
I didn’t expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.
Oh yes… I agree that the army should take over, but I think it should not interfere with the programme of street executions, which I feel have been the shot in the arm that the British economy so desperately needed.
I’d like to answer this question, if I may, in two ways. Firstly in my normal voice, and then in a kind of silly high-pitched whine.
You probably noticed that I didn’t say ‘and now for something completely different’ just now. This is simply because I am unable to appear in the show this week. Sorry to interrupt you.
Well, you can’t have this. This is Crump.
Well this is a highly significant result. Luton, normally a very sensible constituency with a high proportion of people who aren’t a bit silly, has gone completely ga-ga.
Llamas are dangerous, so if you see one where people are swimming, you shout…
Have you been talking to television again, dear?
No. 1. The Larch.
Cuidado, hay llamas!
I’ll carry out tests on it straight away, professor.
It’s…