There with the Returning Officer is Arthur Smith, the Sensible candidate, and next to him is Jethro Q. Walrustitty, the Silly candidate, with his agent and his silly wife.
Incontinentia.
Incontinentia Buttocks.
Isn’t it awfully nice to have a penis?
The head, the thorax and the abdomen. They are enclosed in a hard amour-like covering called the exoskeleton, which provides some protection from other nasty little insects but unfortunately not from the dissector’s scalpel.
Are you at your wits’ end?
Well, there’s a big swing here to the Silly Party, but how big a swing I’m not going to tell you.
Have you, er, got any Swiss currency, sir?
And the aptly named, Sir Not-Appearing-In-This-Film
So, three cheers for your Willy or John Thomas
Hooray for your one-eyed trouser snake
Your piece of pork, your wife’s best friend
Can I just say that this is the first time I’ve been on television?
If it laid an egg, it would roll down the back of the telly-vision set.
Eh, excuse me… could somebody give me a push?
and that after only three hours of writing, what a Hardy-esque cracker!
I am not a man you silly billy.
Luton, normally a very sensible constituency with a high proportion of people who aren’t a bit silly, has gone completely ga-ga.
Uh-oh, here comes that wacky queen again!
And who’s the other fella?
Can I just say that this is the second time I’ve been on television?
Now the object of this expedition is to see if we can find any traces of last year’s expedition.
He who is valiant and pure of spirit…
…may find the Holy Grail…
…in the Castle of Aaargh.