I’m French! Why do think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king?!
Notice that they do not so much fly, as plummet.
We’ve been mentioned on telly!
Don’t want an antelope nibbling the hoops
Wainscotting!
Hello, good evening and welcome to another edition of Blood, Devastation, Death, War, and Horror, and later on we’ll be meeting a man who does gardening. But first on the show we’ve got a man who speaks entirely in anagrams.
Ooo, I’ve had a bitch of a morning in court!
Drop your panties Sir William, I cannot wait for lunchtime.
I don’t like being called “Eddie-baby”.
No time to lose.
… I’ll come in again.
I don’t like Spam!
Yes… oh, it’s not a very good name. Oh, but we are nice and we shall attend to your every, every need!
That could cause confusion. Mind if we call you “Bruce”?
Yes I quite agree with you, I mean what’s the point of being treated like a sheep, I mean I’m fed up with going abroad and being treated like a sheep, what’s the point of being carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Boventry in their cloth caps and their cardigans and their transistor radios and their ‘Sunday Mirrors’, complaining about the tea, ‘Oh they don’t make it properly here do they not like at home’ stopping at Majorcan bodegas, selling fish and chips and Watney’s Red Barrel and calamares and two veg and sitting in cotton sun frocks squirting Timothy White’s suncream all over their puffy raw swollen purulent flesh cos they ‘overdid it on the first day’!
Can I call you sugarplum?
I don’t know … I don’t know … all I know is that these people are streaming north of the border at the rate of thousands every hour. If we don’t act fast, Scotland will be choked with Scotsmen…
I’m a lumberjack and I’m OK.
All right girls, now stop this tomfoolery and get back to bed, remember it’s the big match at St Bridget’s tomorrow!
Once in the sewer, timing will be of the essence. There is a Roman feast later in the evening, so we must move fast, and don’t wear your best sandals. Turning left here, we enter the Caesar-Augustus memorial sewer and from there, proceed directly to the hypocaust. This has just been re-tiled, so terrorists, careful with those weapons. We will now be directly beneath Pilate’s audience chamber itself. This is the moment for Habbakuk to get out his prong.