…And who’s this coming through the windscreen of the Mini? Yes, it’s lovely star Barbra Streisand, flying through the air in beautiful Bill Gibb creation. And she’s landed half on Roger Moore, looking quite well, and half on Jack Nicholson, who’s not so well. And who’s that under that wheel? It’s… yes, it’s Faye Dunaway. No, no it’s Victor Mature, in the blazing frock. Yes, all the stars are here tonight.
There are some who call me… Tim?
Armaments, Chapter Two, Verses Nine to Twenty-One.
I’d like to see John the Baptist’s impersonation of Graham Hill.
Ooh get the sword out I want to cut his head off!
Let’s not give him the cake.
Welcome, knoodler!
Mrs. Two-Lumps, would you bring us in two coffees, please?
Mrs. Smegma, will you stand up, please?
Now the Japanese have a man who can bend his leg back over his head and back again with every single step.
On Wednesdays I go shopping,
And have buttered scones for tea.
Heaven forbid: I am one who delights in all manifestations of the Terpsichorean muse!
Oh. Well, i-- I don’t know what to say. It’s a-- it’s-- it’s a lovely thought. Thank you. Uh, thank you all,…
Oh, you promised you wouldn’t do fruit this week.
Hello. Uhh, can we have your liver?
They were wearing masks and making silly noises, and one of them pretended to be the manager.
We’ve done fruit the last nine weeks.
Has he been … ?
Say no more!
All right, bananas.
Morning, Mrs Non-Gorilla.