Thank you, Mr. Tree.
Aren’t you going to say, ‘What’s all this then’?
Well, I think cement is more interesting than people think.
Sea, sand and sunshine make Paignton the queen of the English Riviera. But for the next six months this sleepy Devonshire resort will be transformed into the blizzard-swept wastes of the South Pole. For today shooting starts on the epic ‘Scott of the Antarctic’, produced by Gerry Schlick.
All right… all right, the house is surrounded and nobody leave the room and all the rest of it. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Assistant Chief Constable Theresamanbehindyer.
We now come on to a consideration of the more sophisticated transitive mode of japing, in which as we’ll observe, the operator or inceptor remains totally unaware of the humorous implications of his action. First…first we are to see the simple sideswipe or “wop.”
But Mr. F G Superman has a secret identity. When trouble strikes at any time, at any place, he is ready to become… BICYCLE REPAIR MAN!
That was Wilkins. He was a good, good, er, golfer, Wilkins.
They’re a couple of little bastards. I hate 'em. They’ve got eyes like little pigs, just like their mother.
We apologize again for the fault in our subtitles.
And now here is a reminder about leaving your radio on during the night. Leave your radio on during the night.
Splunge!
Dear King Haakon, I am not dictating what?
Oooh! That would explain it, Oh dear me, this chatting away wears me out.
Ooh, he’s a clever little boy - he’s a clever little boy. Do you like your rattle? Do you like your rattle? Look at his little eyes following it … look at his iggy piggy piggy little eyeballs eh… oo… he’s got a tubby tum-tum.
I see you have the machine that goes ping.
There will now be a short intermission.
Mynd you, møøse bites Kan be pretti nasti…
It is now the end of ‘Michael Ellis’ week. From now on it is ‘Chris Quinn’ week.
You don’t know the difference between the Battle of Borodino and a tiger’s bum.