You’re a very silly man and I’m not going to interview you.
My God, Betty, we’re done for.
Looks like I shan’t be catching the 11.30 now.
You’re no fun any more.
Just ignore them.
Are you saying ‘nee’ to that old woman?
It’s only a bloody parking offence!
He’s bluffing. You’re mind’s gone, Jenkins. You’re rubbish.
How much do you want for the gourd?
We’ve every facility here at St Gandalf’s Hospital For Very Rich People Who Like Giving Doctors Lots Of Money, for dealing with people who are rich. We can deal with a blocked purse, we can drain private accounts and in the worst cases we can perform a total cashectomy, which is total removal of all moneys from the patient.
There’s nothing wrong with you that an expensive operation can’t prolong.
Are you rolling your own jelly babies in there?
Ah, no thank you. We’re not Church people, thank you.
No. no sir. it’s not dead. It’s resting!
You’re always complaining
Ladies and gentlemen, we give you Ken Buddha and his inflatable knees.
It’s…
After a few more of these remarks, I shall be appearing in a sketch, so stay tuned.
If you’re going to split hairs, I’m going to piss off.
Ewww, with a gammy leg?