Flopsy’s dead, and never called me Mother.
Dear Sir, I am over three thousand years old and would like to see any scene with two people in bed.
And then you can go ‘Neurhhh! Neurhh!’ and then you can roll around on the floor going ‘pting pting pting’ …
How do you know you’re an idiot?
Ah, well, a dromedary has one hump and a camel has a refreshment car, buffet, and ticket collector.
Good idea, Lord!
Oh, I’ve worked in worse places, philosophically speaking.
Well Brian… I’m opening a boutique.
Watkins, you’ve only been in the army a day.
You’ll never take me alive, copper!
Number 12: The horse chestnut.
The comfy chair? 
'Course it’s a good idea!
Right. Right. Terrific race, the Romans. Terrific.
Well that’s extremely interesting, thank you for coming along on the show tonight Mr Stools.
Well Mr Johnson’s son, Kevin, he don’t go out any more. He comes back from wrestling and locks himself in his room.
The BBC would like to apologize to the police about the character of Police Constable Pan Am. He was not meant to represent the average police officer.
I’ll get Peter, William, Arthur, Alex, Joan, Ted, Scott, Will, John and Ray to fix it up. It is so nice having this little chat.
Number seven. Two inches to the right of a very naughty bit indeed.
All right, break it up. What’s your number, then? All right. Name?