No, sir. I’m not a pacifist, sir. I’m a coward.
Depressed by rats? Do mice get you down? Then why not visit Colin Mozart’s Rodent Extermination Boutique. Rats extirpated, mice punished, voles torn apart by Colin Mozart, Munich’s leading furry animal liquidator.
Are you feeling low? Depressed? Keep it up.
Have you confused your cat lately?
Moping.
Ah, well I’m afraid we have to stop the film there, as some of the scenes which followed were of a violent nature which might have proved distressing to some of our viewers. Though not to me, I can tell you.
Dinsdale…?
Number thirteen. The naughty bits of a horse.
Hot enough to boil a monkey’s bum!
Say no more!
Can I call you “sugar plum”?
Arthur “Two Sheds” Jackson.
There have been many stirring tales told of the sea and also some fairly uninteresting ones only marginally connected with it, like this one. Sorry, this isn’t a very good announcement. Sorry.
How many have you spotted?
Nearly…nearly one.
Oh, what sad times are these when passing ruffians could say “Ni” to old ladies.
Servant ho!
At 7:50 every morning, Ken’s trainer runs the 13,000 miles from his two-room lean-to in Bangkok and gets him up.
That was episode two of ‘The Death of Mary, Queen of Scots’, adapted for the radio by Bernard Holliwood and Brian London. And now, Radio Four will explode.
I think she’s dead.
Oy! 'E says 'e’s not dead.