What… is the capital of Assyria?
Not at all bad. Another merciless sweep across Central Europe.
My fish’s name is Eric. Eric Fish. He’s an halibut.
That tomato just ejected itself.
But there aren’t any lions in the Antarctic.
I chose him out of thousands. I didn’t like the others, they were all too flat.
Yes, he’s such a clever little boy, aren’t you? Coochy coochy coo…
He’s just ruined this sketch.
And frighten it!
There seems to have been some sort of misunderstanding, sir.
Well at the moment I am working on a new disease, which I hope to turn into a musical, but, primarily we are working on a re-make of my first disease and this time we’re hoping to do it properly.
Caribou!
Are you going to be in there all night?
Mince pie for me, please.
As it turned out our chance meeting with Reverend Arthur Belling was to change our whole way of life, and every Sunday we’d hurry along to St Loony of the Cream Bun and Jam.
Here’s a good one, I heard it in a pub. What’s brown, what’s brown and sounds like a bell?
Ugh. Me heap dizzy.
‘A shroe! A shroe! My dingkom for a shroe!’
Sit on my face and tell me that you love me!
You see, if I split what’s left, there’d be hardly any left for me at all.