Ooo, it makes me mad!
…and Mrs. Norris made sandwiches.
All right, I’ll have the dead unjugged rabbit fish.
The mosquito’s a clever little bastard. You can track him for days and days until you really get to know him like a friend. He knows you’re there, and you know he’s there. It’s a game of wits. You hate him, then you respect him, then you kill him.
I’ve fallen out of my chair, Brian.
Where do you think they’re taking us, Brian?
Nurse! Nurse! Nurse!
[Caption] GET ON WITH IT!
I wonder what’s gone wrong.
There is no cannibalism in the British Navy. Absolutely none. And when I say “none”, I mean there is a certain amount.
Anyway.
No, Rarnaby Budge by Charles Dikkens. That’s Dikkens with two k’s. The well-known Dutch author.
Is he? Makes you think, doesn’t it?
My brain hurts!
Hey! 'E says 'e’s not dead!
I’ve told you once.
No you haven’t.
I could just be arguing on my own time.
I’m sorry, you have to say ‘dog kennel’ to Mr. Lambert, because if you say ‘mattress’ he puts a bucket over his head. I should have explained. Otherwise he’s perfectly all right.
Oh, Mrs Collins, you had eyes on the coffee machine. Well you have won tonight’s star prize: the entire Norwich City Council.