Do you want to come upstairs?
I’m not in this show. This is show five - I’m not in until show eight.
Fuck your sales, I have to protect the general public!
Another man who had his head nailed to the floor was Stig O’ Tracy.
Dear Sir, I object strongly to the obvious lavatorial turn this show has already taken. Why do we never hear about the good things in Britain, like Mary Bignall’s wonderful jump in 1964? Yours etc., Ken Voyeur.
I’d like to see more fairy stories about the police.
Oh, Wombat. Wombat Harness! Take me to the place where eternity knows no bounds, where the garden of love encloses us round. Oh Harness!
And so you shall!
Dear Sir, I’m sorry this letter is late, it should have come at the beginning of the programme. Yours, Ivor Bigbottie, (age two).
Dear Sir, I object to being objected to by the last letter, before my drift has become apparent. I spent many years in India during the last war and am now a part-time notice board in a prominent public school. Yours etc., Brigadier Zoe La Rue (deceased). PS Aghhh!
You’re not going to fire me, sir?
…none of them were indigenous to Australia, carried their young in pouches, or ate any of those yummy Eucalyptus leaves.Yum Yum. Thats the news for wombats, and now Attila the Bun!
I want you kids to get a head!
Drink doctor, eat Sister, cook Mr. Bertenshaw, nurse me!
Ralph, do answer that door will you!
And now an appeal for sanity from the Reverend Arthur Belling.
Vera! I distinctly heard a Mexican rhythm combo.
- Oh I’m awfully sorry, my suit seems to keep catching fire.
- Extinguisher?
- Oh no, thank you, I think we’d better let it run its course.
All right, nobody move. I’m Inspector Davis of Scotland Yard.
Splunge!