It’s…
Shit!
Good idea, Lord!
I see you have the machine that goes ping.
Well, Mr. Cotton, you have what we in the medical profession call a naughty complaint. My advice to you is to put this paper bag over your head - it has little holes there for your eyes, you see - and to ring this bell, and to take this card along to your hospital. And I shall inform all your relatives and friends and anyone else I bump into.
Well I mean, when I applied for this job I thought I’d get a few decent lines but you end up doing the whole thing. I mean my last five speeches have been ‘really, really - I see - I see’ and ‘really’. I wouldn’t give those lines to a dog.
'Course it’s a good idea!
We interrupt this programme to annoy you and make things generally irritating for you.
Sir Philip! Not alone!
Dear BBC, East Grinstead, Friday. I feel I really must write and protest about that sketch. My husband, in common with a lot of people of his age, is fifty. For how long are we to put up with these things. Yours sincerely, E. B. Debenham (Mrs).
I’ve run out of beans!
It’s beautiful, it’s Paris all over again.
Hope none of you are nipping out into the kitchen, getting bits of food out of those round brown mats which the teapot… Good evening
Um… I don’t know whether I should tell you this, but, well, I have been going through a rather tough time recently. Things have been pretty awful at home.
[Caption] THE BBC WOULD LIKE TO DENY THE LAST APOLOGY. IT IS VERY HAPPY AT HOME AND BBC 2 IS BOUND TO GO THROUGH THIS PHASE, SO FROM ALL OF US HERE GOOD NIGHT, SLEEP WELL, AND HAVE AN ABSOLUTELY SUPER DAY TOMORROW, KISS, KISS.
I think it shows I’m human, don’t you?
You’re not fooling anyone, you know?
Oh, you’re no fun anymore.
My goodness me it’s the Duke of Kent to the rescue…
Well here in London it’s 12.30 and time for `The Robinsons’.