The Comfy Chair?!?
Ahhhhh, do your worst!
Spam, Spam, SPAM, spam…
Cabbage crates coming in over the briney!
Well, you see, the thing is, I thought your son was a lady.
Twit
Snot-nosed Lying Little Git.
Silence, FOUL TEMPTRESS!!!
Cor, wot a luvley bit o’stuff!
Well, what are you doing creeping under a couch at two o’clock in the morning? That doesn’t sound very wise to me.
You’re in great peril!
I don’t think I am.
Oh Lord, we beseech thee, tell us who croaked Leicester.
Of course I can talk, Mother. I’m the Minister of Overseas Development.
Ooooooh, he’s such a clever little boy!
Rat cake, Rat sorbet, Rat pudding, or strawberry tart.
None shall pass.
Now look, I can tackle this lot single-handed!
It’s hot enough to boil a monkey’s bum in here, your Majesty.
I can burrow through an elephant.