I think I’ll go for a walk.
Penguins don’t come from NEXT DOOR! They come from the Antarctic!
Yes, it’s Attila the Nun. A simple country girl who took a vow of eternal brutality.
Venez-vous ici souvent?
Great. Great everyone. Lunch now. Lunch. It’s all in the can. Good morning’s work.
This parrot is no more. It has ceased to be. It’s expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late parrot. It’s stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. It’s rung down the curtain and joined the choir, invisible. This is an ex-parrot.
I haven’t got choc-ices. I only got the albatross. Albatross!
Just two lovely coffees please, super, super.
Shut up, I want to have a word with you, Frog.
Shut up! Shut up! Bloody peasant.
We’ve been mentioned on telly!
One coffee and one biscuit for the two ex-army greatcoats and the alarm clock on the mantelpiece.
It’s a fair cop.
I used to wake Ken up with a crowbar on the back of the head. But I recently found that this was too far from his brain and I wasn’t getting through to him anymore. So I now wake him up with a steel peg driven into his skull with a mallet.
My brain hurts!
Well, well, I agree with everything Mr Gumby says!
The points are frozen, the beast is dead. What is the difference? What indeed is the point? The point is frozen, the beast is late out of Paddington. The point is taken. If La Fontaine’s elk would spurn Tom Jones the engine must be our head, the dining car our esophagus, the guard’s van our left lung, the cattle truck our shins, the first-class compartment the piece of skin at the nape of the neck and the level crossing an electric elk called Simon.
My hovercraft is full of eels.
Do you want to come back to my place, bouncy-bouncy?
You haven’t asked me about Limburger, sir.