Sorry, Squire. I gobbed on your carpet.
Cool it. I’m an ice-cream salesmen and I am senior to both of you.
There’s a proper psychiatrist to see you, Dr Rufus Berg.
Bravely ran away, bravely ran away, away
Oh, pantomime horse.
Sure is. It’s real Hawaiian food served in an authentic, medieval English dungeon atmosphere.
You’re in luck, here’s the Lord Mayor.
I want to see a sketch of Eric’s. Nudge Nudge.
But on the sixteenth day, he cried out, saying: “This is fantastic! Oh, this is terrific!”
No. 1. The Larch.
Well, here I am on London’s busy Westminster Bridge, seeing just how much time sitting down can take. Well, I arrived here by train at about 8:50, it’s now 9:05, so I’ve been here approximately twelve minutes and if it’s any encouragement, I must say that my legs do feel rested.
Some nights it was so cold, we could hardly move, but Blackie’d be out there slicing the lemons, mixing the sugar and the almonds.
Can I just say that this is the first time I’ve been on television?
Morning Mrs Non-Gorilla.
Hello and welcome to “Show-Jumping from White City.”
Ooh, motorcross.
There you are, you see, he spoke his mind. He said my idea was lousy. It just so happens my idea isn’t lousy so get out you goddam pinko subversive, get out!
Oh shit, it’s Mr Creosote!
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.
Well tonight is European Cup night. One result is already in from Munich. The European Cup, first round, second leg, Bayern Munchen 4397, Wrexham 1. So Wrexham going through there on aggregate
It’s…