My eyes are dim. I cannot see.
Here comes that wacky Queen again!
Here we see an enraged pantomime Princess Margaret; she is lying in wait for her breakfast.
And did those feet in ancient time…
Ha-ha! etc.
We was too late… The Rev. Neuk saw the light.
I am not a loony. Why should I be tarred with the epithet ‘loony’ merely because I have a pet halibut? Alan Bullock has two pikes, both called Chris, and Marcel Proust had an 'addock! So if you’re calling the author of ‘A la recherche de temps perdu’ a loony, I shall have to ask you to step outside!
My younger brother’s going out with Dibble this weekend, sir, but I’m not having my hair cut today, sir.
That’s – that’s, uh, that’s enough music for now, lads. Looks like there’s dirty work afoot.
Here comes that wacky queen again!
My liege!
Let’s not bicker and argue about who killed who.
I’m not dead yet.
You’re fucking nicked, me old beauty!
Silence, foul temptress!
It’s a fair cop.
Offer me fourteen.
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.
Skip a bit, brother.
…Monty Python’s Flying Circus!