What’s it like?
Oh, no, no, no, no … well, yes.
Look at Mrs Brando’s son next door. He was mending the fridge when they came and asked him to be the Wild One.
What? The flower lupin?
*Assistant: *Your suit is fair and goodly cut. Was’t from Antwerp?
*Gaskell: *Shut up. It’s a disguise. Right! Confiscate the smutty books, Maddox.
Oh, no, you’ve got the wrong map there. This is Stalingrad. You want the Ilfracombe and Barnstaple section.
Look, you stupid bastard, you’ve got no arms left!
I told him we already had one. Heheheheheheh.
Stwike him again, centuwion!
Free Roderick!
Look, matey, I know a dead parrot when I see one, and I’m looking at one right now.
Hooray for your one-eyed trouser snake.
A typical case, whom we shall refer to as “Mr. A,” although his real name is this:
ARTHUR JACKSON,
32a MILTON AVENUE,
HOUNSLOW
MIDDX.
C’est un lapin, lapin de bois. Quoi? Un cadeau. What? A present. Oh, un cadeau. Oui, oui. Hurry. What? Let’s go. Oh. On y va. Bon magne. Over here…
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Now let me fill you in. I’m leading this expedition and we’re going to climb both peaks of Mount Kilimanjaro.
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I thought there was only one peak, sir?
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Well, that’ll save a bit of time. Well done.
Blimey, whatever did I give the wife?
But I didn’t have the salmon mousse!
I shall welease Woger!
Oh, intercourse the penguin!
Didn’t like the others, they were all too flat.