Wir kornmen bier heute Morgen fur die Einfang auf dem neue Kabinett fur die Poste.
(Which oddly translates to “We got beer this morning for the capture of the new cabinet for the post.”)
Number 28. The naughty bits of the Cabinet.
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you and now for the fish - the fish down the trousers.
Yes, mothers, new improved Whizzo butter containing 10% more or less is absolutely indistinguishable from a dead crab.
I don’t want to go on the cart!
We cannot stay here. We must leave immediately. There is a ship in Marseilles.
Message for you, sir.
Well, just have a nice lie down, and I’ll go to the Embassy.
Of course I can talk, I’m Minister for Overseas Development.
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Damn. All fight, I confess I did it. I killed him for his reservation, but you won’t take me alive! I’m going to throw myself under the 10:12 from Reading.
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Don’t be a fool, Tony, don’t do it, the 10:12 has the new narrow traction bogies, you wouldn’t stand a chance.
How’s the old arm this morning, Mrs Ikon?
And now, the punchline.
Right you are, MacDonald. No time to lose.
Yes, remembering of course that you have to multiply everything Mr. Lambert says by three. It’s nothing he can help, you understand. Otherwise he’s perfectly all right.
It’s…
Lemon Curry?
Ahh… um… ahh… I’ve forgotten what to say.
Splunge!
Ah. Stilton?
That’s inter-city rail for you.