I am not a LOONY!
Yes, quite right… you’re rather a smart young lad aren’t you. We could do with somebody like you to feed the pantomime horse. Very smart.
No, don’t follow me… And don’t zoom in on me, no I’m off, I’m off. That’s it. That’s all. I’m off.
I can say nothing at this point.
E. Henry Thripshaw t-shirts are now available from BBC Enterprises. The price hasn’t finally been decided, and the address to write to…they haven’t yet quite worked out.
There’ll be plenty of time for that later.
What I object to is that you automatically treat me like an inferior …
The larch.
Dirty books, please.
Well I mean, they can’t help it, can they? But, er, there’s nothing you can do about it. So er, I’d kill 'em.
Here comes that wacky queen again!
We’ve been mentioned on telly!
I’m afraid Sir Horace won’t be catching the 10.15, Lady Partridge.
At this stage, Mr Norris was faced with two major divergent theories concerning his Surbiton ancestors. Did they take the Kingston by-pass, turning left at Barnes, or did they strike west up the A308 via Norbiton to Hampton Wick? Both these theories ran up against one big obstacle - the Thames
Oh! The cat’s ate it!
Well ladies and gentlemen, I don’t think any of our contestants this evening have succeeded in encapsulating the intricacies of Proust’s masterwork, so I’m going to award the first prize this evening to the girl with the biggest tits.
Has he.
It was a day like any other and Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Brainsample were a perfectly ordinary couple, leading perfectly ordinary lives - the sort of people to whom nothing extraordinary ever happened, and not the kind of people to be the centre of one of the most astounding incidents in the history of mankind … So let’s forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man: Harold Potter, gardener, and tax official, first victim of Creatures from another Planet.
And how do you get on with these French people?
Ooh! - René Descartes.