Howls of derisive laughter, Bruce!
This kind of incoherent behaviour is really beginning to catch on down-under. There’s Norman Kirby from New Zealand, whose speciality is standing behind a screen with a lady with no clothes on …
I’m not your Grace, I’m your Elsie.
You have green, scaly skin, and a soft yellow underbelly with a series of fin-like ridges running down your spine and tail. Although lizardlike in shape, you can grow anything up to thirty feet in length with huge teeth that can bite off great rocks and trees. You inhabit arid subtropical zones, and you wear spectacles.
Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?
I’m sorry. I’m afraid I’ve caught poetry.
There are some who call me… Tim.
Skip a bit, brother.
A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do, and there ain’t no sense in runnin’. Now you gotta turn, and you gotta fight, and you gotta hold your head up high.
Yes, why don’t you go out and steal something nice like some Venetian silver.
Oh, honestly, it’s absolutely pointless trying to do this if you’re going to cheat. It really is awful of you.
Dear Old Codgers, I am President of the United States of America, Yours truly, R. M. Nixon.
Cut all her bits off, send ‘em back every hour, on the hour… show them we’re not to be trifled with.
Here, we haven’t finished the sketch yet!
And I told him, my name’s not Clement.
Well, it’s in perfectly common parlance.
What makes you think the Battle of Trafalgar was fought near Cudworth?
That tomato just ejected itself.
Thank you very much, young man.
My next witness will explain that if m’ludship will allow. I call the late Arthur Aldridge.