He’s in one of his bleeding moods. ‘The bourgeoisie this is the bourgeoisie that’ - he’s like a little child sometimes.
Oh Eton and Madgalene. The hoop has an hole in. Of course it’s got a hole in, it wouldn’t be a hoop otherwise, would it, mush!
Get on with it. Get on with it!
Right!
Let’s not give him the cake.
You could go and get yourself a decent job, couldn’t you?
Well could I have her spam instead of the baked beans then?
… until the name Maudling is almost totally obscured.
…the Architect Sketch. Up there! Up there!
Do I take it that you are proposing to slaughter our tenants?
All right, don’t anybody move … except to control the aeroplane … you can move a little to do that.
‘Oh, thank you’ says the great queen like a la-di-dah poofta.
Also, we’re demanding a ten foot mahogany statue of the Emperor Julius Caesar with his cock hanging out.
No, it was just a little joke. Actually, I am the Council Ratcatcher.
[caption] BASEMENT: DANGEROUS GASES, VIRUSES, CONTAGIOUS DISEASES,
RESTAURANT AND TOILET REPAIR
You lucky bastard. You lucky, lucky bastard!
Good morning. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, but I’m afraid my walk has become rather sillier recently, and so it takes me rather longer to get to work.
What is it now, you great pillock?
MY BRAIN HURTS!
(yes, Discourse, that is a complete sentance.)
Another merciless sweep across Central Europe.