It’s….
My particular prob, or buglem bear, I’ve had ages. For years, I’ve had it for donkeys.
Splendid, splendid. Incidentally, do call me Tom, I don’t want you playing around with any of this ‘Thomas’ nonsense! Ha ha ha ha! Now where were we? Ah yes. Eddie-baby, when you first started in the…
I don’t like being called “Eddie Baby.”
Excellent work, Husband, excellent work.
I didn’t expect some kind of Spanish Inquisition.
Tattooed on the back o’ the neck!
No, that’s not an elm. Al elm’s got sort of great clumps of leaves like that. That’s either a beech or a… er… hornbeam.
No. 1. The Larch.
Squad… camp it UP!
Stand and deliver again! Your money, your jewellery, your … hang on. Your clothes, your snuff, your ornaments, your glasswear, your pussy cats…
You excrement, you whining hypocritical toadies with your colour TV sets and your Tony Jacklin golf clubs and your bleeding masonic secret handshakes!
You couldn’t afford me.
Your lupins or your life!
The wound! The wound!
Get the sword out I want to cut his head off!
Dinsdale!
No, the stars in the paper, you cloth-eared heap of anteater’s catarrh, the zodiacal signs, the horoscopic fates, the astrological portents, the omens, the genethliac prognostications, the mantalogical harbingers, the vaticinal utterances, the fatidical premonitory uttering of the mantalogical omens - what do the bleeding stars in the paper predict, forecast, prophesy, foretell, prognosticate…
Just remember that you’re standing on a planet that’s evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour
It’s orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it’s reckoned
A sun that is the source of all our power
Luxury.