Oh, I gather you’ve got a little rodental problem.
I can’t tell the difference between Whizzo butter and this dead crab.
I just spent four hours burying the cat.
Four hours to bury the cat?
Yes - it wouldn’t keep still.
Oh, so it wasn’t dead yet?
No, no - but it’s not at all well, so as we were going to be on the safe side.
Jolly good. Well back to the office with you then.
knoodler, Dr. Winston - take another look at the thread title. 
In play:
There’s something going on here!
It was Tidwell’s idea, sir.
The ‘Nine O’Clock News’ which was to follow has been cancelled tonight so we can bring you the quarter finals of the All Essex Badminton Championship.
This may be even more serious than even I had at first been imagining. What a strange… strange line. There’s no time to waste. Get me the Chief Commissioner of Police.
Oh I’m awfully sorry, my suit seems to keep catching fire.
That was never five minutes!
Nobody expects the Spanish… (‘The End’ appears) Oh bugger!
He says the birds are scrounging.
You’ve got to know what you’re doing. I mean, some people think I’m mad. The villagers say I’m mad, the tourists say I’m mad, well I am mad, but I’m naturally mad. I don’t use any chemicals.
Oh. Oh, I see. Running away, eh? You yellow bastards! Come back here and take what’s coming to you. I’ll bite your legs off!
A hundred and thirty-nine, sir. Special celebration. Passover, sir.
A path! A path!