What’s brown and sounds like a bell? Dung!
Don’t like her?! What’s wrong with her? She’s beautiful, she’s rich, she’s got huge… tracts of land.
Watch it! There’s still a few crosses left.
Your wife not nurse. She nurse, your wife patient. Be patient, she nurse your wife. Me doctor, you tent, you tree, you Tarzan, me Jane, you Trent, Utrillo … me doctor!
Oh, you’re no fun anymore.
Right, I heard that!
So just listen… now did I or did I not do vaginal juices?
This is supposed to be a happy occasion! Let’s not bicker and argue over who killed who.
Do you want to come upstairs?
Wait. Don’t tell me - it’s something to do with moonlight - it goes with her eyes - it’s soft and gentle, warm and yielding, deeply lyrical and yet tender and frightened like a tiny white rabbit.
Sandwiches? Blimey! Whatever did I give the wife?
It’s Deidre.
If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me? I am no longer infected.
Well done Giuseppe, or, as the Italians would say: ‘Molto bene, Giuseppe’.
If you want to get anything done in this country you got to complain till you’re blue in the mouth.
Sorry, squire, I’ve had a look and we’re fresh out of parrots!
‘Bolton’ backwards would be ‘Notlob.’
Yes, of course we will want as security the deeds of your house, of your aunt’s house, of your second cousin’s house, of your wife’s parents’ house, and of your grannie’s bungalow, and we will in addition need a controlling interest in your new company, unrestricted access to your private bank account, the deposit in our vaults of your three children as hostages, and a full legal indemnity against any acts of embezzlement carried out against you by any members of our staff during the normal course of their duties…
No, it’s Michael.
grazie di tutta la sua gentilezza.