That’s never a willow.
Look, this is a holdup, not a botany lesson! Now, then … hand over your lupins!
That rabbit’s dynamite.
And so! The Crimson Permanent Assurance was launched upon the high seas of international finance!
Well, what about those juniper bushes over there?
Mr. Smegma, would you please stand up?
I like traffic lights, I like traffic lights, I like traffic lights, especially when they’re green.
You bloody fascist! You don’t want an artist, you want a photographer!
The Ronettes Sing Medieval Agrarian History please.
In Nova Scotia today, Mr Roy Bent of North Walsham in Norfolk became the first man to cross the Atlantic on a tricycle. His tricycle, specially adapted for the crossing, was ninety feet long, with a protective steel hull, three funnels, seventeen first-class cabins, and a radar scanner.
But Mr F. G. Superman has a secret identity…when trouble strikes at any time…at any place…he is ready to become… Bicycle Repair Man!
He’s a real creepy little bastard, he is. I hate 'im.
And on my right - putting the case against the Government - is a small patch of brown liquid… (cut to patch of liquid on seat of chair) which could be creosote or some extract used in industrial varnishing.
Better get a bucket, I’m gonna throw up.
And finally, monsieur, a wafer-thin mint.
Well, while the minister is answering this question I’d just like to point out the minister’s dress has been made entirely by hand from over three hundred pieces of Arabian shot silk especially created for the minister by Vargar’s of Paris.
Doug was keen on boxing, but when he learned to walk he took up putting the boot in the groin.
I love little animals; that’s why I kill 'em!
She has been setting alight to our beacon, which, I just remembered, is grail-shaped.
Bad, wicked, naughty, evil Zoot!