A spanking, a spanking!!!
Like Him, we must think not of the things of the body, but of the face and head!
And after the spanking… the Oral Sex!!
Bet you’re gay!
Look, it’s my duty as a knight to sample as much peril as I can.
Silence, FOUL TEMPTRESS!!!
Three cheers for your willie, or john tomas
El llama es un quadrapedo.
Good Lord…I’m on film!
If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?
I like tits!!!
Stop! This is getting too silly!
Dear Sir, I am glad to hear that your studio audience disapproves of the last skit as strongly as I. As a naval officer I abhor the implication that the Royal Navy is a haven for cannibalism. It is well known that we have the problem relatively under control, and that it is the RAF who now suffer the largest casualties in this area. And what do you think the Argylls ate in Aden. Arabs? Yours etc. Captain B.J. Smethwick in a white wine sauce with shallots, mushrooms and garlic.
It’s hot enough to boil a monkey’s bum in here, your Majesty.
but I don’t like spam.
Dennis! There’s some lovely filth down 'ere!
You lucky bastard! You lucky, lucky bastard!
Uh-oh, who’s the little number with the nightie and the whip, eh?
Yes, well, of course, this is just the sort blinkered philistine pig ignorance I’ve come to expect from you non-creative garbage. You sit there on your loathsome, spotty behinds squeezing blackheads, not caring a tinker’s cuss about the struggling artist. You excrement! You lousy hypocritical whining toadies with your lousy colour TV sets and your Tony Jacklin golf clubs and your bleeding masonic handshakes! You wouldn’t let me join, would you, you blackballing bastards. Well I wouldn’t become a freemason now if you went down on your lousy, stinking, purulent knees and begged me.
Hitchcock! Psycho! Arteries! Courtcase! Aaaaagh!