Look, we are not Tudor persons. We are the police.
Ooooooh! I didn’t expect the Spanish Inquisition!
It’s tattooed on the back of 'is neck.
See what’s on the other side!
Now, old woman, you are accused of heresy on three counts: heresy by thought, heresy by word, heresy by deed, and heresy by action – four counts. Do you confess?
I don’t understand what I’m accused of!
This is supposed to be a happy occasion! Let’s not bicker and argue about who killed who.
You see, I thought your son was a lady.
Maddox!
Is your name not Bruce, then?
Ooooh, that’ll be confusing!
I know what literature is, you Dago dustbin.
But first, a Farm Club special: The Life of Tchaikovsky!
The one I was really after was Arthur Hotchkiss’s Devonshire Country Churches.
Shut up! This is a hold-up, not a botany lesson. Right! Now my fine friends, no false moves please. I want you to hand over all the lupins you’ve got.
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(And in the original: http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mc1-qCdBu7s/T5oetTemmvI/AAAAAAAAkb8/_PkBWrNHGkQ/s1600/DM+swag.PNG)
Oh, Dennis, there you go, on about class again!
Maddox!
Hello, ma’am. I’m a burglar.