There they go, the credits of the year. Credits that you and the Society voted as the credits that brought the most credit to the Society. Sadly, the man who designed them cannot be with us tonight, as he is at home asleep, but we are going to wake him up and tell him the good news.
I would not appear in a frontal nude scene unless it was valid.
Ah! I’ve found another bottle! You can have some now if you want to.
Why this deception?
I don’t care how excrementally runny it is. Hand it over with all speed.
Bravo, Madge. Well done. Taxation is indeed the very nub of my gist. Gentlemen, we have to find something new to tax.
Oh, you don’t have to. I can drink the whole bottle.
Get on with it!
Deidre, that’s my wife, has always been a jolly good companion to me and I never particularly anticipated any marital strife - indeed the very idea of consulting a professional marital adviser has always been of the greatest repugnance to me although far be it from me to impugn the nature of your trade or profession.
I bet she does. I bet she does. I bet she does. Know what I mean? Nudge nudge.
Well there you have it. Two say will, two say won’t. We’ll be back again next week, and next week’s ‘Great Debate’ will be about Government Interference in Broadcasting and will be cancelled mysteriously.
Not at all, vicar, you’re one of our best customers… you and the United States.
Your turn on deck soon, Charlie.
(subtitle) ‘QUICK! RING THE UNEXPLODED SCOTSMAN SQUAD!’
Well, tough titty for you, Fish Face.
Yes well. I think it … begins in a minute.
No, you may not give urine instead of blood.
Ah! Hein…Reginald you have the wrong map here you silly old leg-before-wicket English person.
Cor, what a lovely bit of stuff. I’d like to get my fingers around those knockers.
Make what you like, Boskovitch - it won’t help you in court.