You make me sad. But so be it. Come Patsy.
Ah. A toilet requisite-t-t-t-t-t…
Not at all, vicar, you’re one of our best customers… you and the United States.
Say no more!
No. But what we can do, and this is between you and me, I shouldn’t really be telling you this, we’ll turn your gas on, make a hole in your pipe, you ring Hounslow emergency, they’ll be around here in a couple of days.
But I am a chartered accountant.
Please, could you tell me the way to Iddesleigh?
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. Ladies and gentlemen. I have in this box twenty-three white mice. Mice which have been painstakingly trained over the past few years, to squeak at a selected pitch. This is E sharp… and this one is G. You get the general idea. Now these mice are so arranged upon this rack, that when played in the correct order they will squeak ‘The Bells of St Mary’s’. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you on the mouse organ ‘The Bells of St Mary’s’. Thank you.
Here comes that wacky queen again!
Oh blimey, that’s the tiger. He’ll want his mandies.
I wasn’t picking my nose. I was scratching.
For one pound I’ll leave this sketch totally uninterrupted.
Look, there hasn’t been a murder.
You’ve got two coconuts and you’re banging them together!
Fifty pence … I’m prepared to negotiate a forty-pence deal.
For 35p I won’t interrupt any of the next three items.
Mrs Meyer - as far as girls is concerned, I shot my wad!
Hello sir…yes…aha-ha-ha…yes, just in time, sir, that was…what? No, no, sir, it’s alright, we don’t morally censor, we just want the money.
All right! All right! We will eat the cake. They’re right… it’s too good a cake not to eat. get the plates and knives, Walters…
Don’t stand there gawping! Like you’ve never seen the hand o’ God before!
Arthur! Arthur, King of the Britons! Oh, don’t grovel! One thing I can’t stand, it’s people groveling.