Mrs. Lieutenant Edale here. Mrs. Midshipman Nesbitt’s got one of her headaches again, so I put her in the torpedo tube.
I always preferred the outdoor life…hunting…shooting…fishing…getting out there with a gun and slaughtering a few of God’s creatures.
With a melon?
Good evening. Tonight on ‘It’s the Mind’, we examine the phenomenon of déjà vu. That strange feeling we sometimes get that we’ve lived through something before, that what is happening now has already happened.
Tonight on ‘It’s the Mind’ we examine the phenomenon of déjà vu, that strange feeling we sometimes get that we’ve … … …
Anyway, tonight on ‘It’s the Mind’ we examine the phenomenon of déjà vu, that strange…
Englishmen, you’re all so fucking pompous. None of you have got any balls.
Is this the office of arguments ?
I must warn you, sir, that outside I have police dog Josephine, who is not only armed and trained to sniff out certain substances but is also a junkie.
The Magna Carta: was it a document signed at Runnymede in 1215 by King John, pledging independence to the English barons, or was it a piece of chewing gum on a bedspread in Dorset?
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp
Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken
To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away
And all his limbs hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin
Good evening. I’d like to talk to you tonight about the place of the nude in my bed… um… in the history of my bed… of art, of art, I’m sorry. The place of the nude in the history of tart… call-girl… I’m sorry. I’ll start again… Bum… oh what a giveaway. The place of the nude in art.
Oh, so you’re Italian, are you?
You yellow bastard!
just like my dear papaa…
I object to all this sex on the television. I mean, I keep falling off.
I bet she does!
August 18th. Fell off near Bovey Tracey. The pump caught in my trouser leg.
Oh sod the abattoir.
Good, fine, top hole, top hole. Now do you think you could take pain? You could stand up to physical torture?
Oh? My God, what a simply ghastly place.
Not too good is it?! A pint of creme de menthe for my friend. Well how are you, you great poof? Bit lumpy. Ah, no wonder, I was sitting on the cat.
Intercourse the penguin.