Arthur takes idiotting seriously. He is up at six o’clock every morning working on special training equipment designed to keep him silly. And of course he takes great pride in his appearance.
A lot.
I’m going upstairs, I can’t bear it.
Father was Home Secretary and mother won the Derby.
Shut up! Shut up you American. You always talk, you Americans. You talk and you talk and say “Let me tell you something” and “I just wanna say this”. Well you’re dead now, so shut up.
We’ll have none of your imperialist tidbits.
Great. Great everyone. Lunch now. Lunch. It’s all in the can. Good morning’s work.
What you do in your own time, Padre, is written on the wall in the vestry.
Spammity Spam!
Today we all take vow. Today we smash the enemy fleet… we smash, smash.
Have you been talking to television again, dear?
I am not a loony!
Oh, I thought you were complaining about the music!
Help! Help! I’m being repressed!
And for those of you who prefer drama - there’s sport.
Oh that’s not what I’ve heard.
Flopsy and I are glad you could come to our little party. Aren’t we, Flopsy? Aren’t we, Flopsy?
He says he has to go walkies.
And did those feet in ancient times, walk upon England’s mountains green…we’d like to alter the mood a little, we’d like to bring you something for mum and dad, Annie, and Roger, Mazarin and Louis and all at Versailles, it’s a little number calld ‘England’s Mountains Green’. Hope you like it. And did those feet in ancient time…
Bicycle Repair Man! But… how?