Yes, he’s such a clever little boy, aren’t you? Coochy coochy coo!
Oh, I’ve forgotten my line.
But what do we really know of this tortured ponce?
You stupid, interfering little rat.
Blessed is Arthur Crackpot and all his subsidiaries Ltd.
Is this a five minute argument or the full half hour?
Oh, oh, yes…yeah well, unfortunately, guv, that offer’s no longer valid. You see, it turned out not to be commercially viable, so we now have a totally new offer…
I panicked.
Look! You said I was going to be a funny passenger.
Hmm, it’s very good about the spectacles.
But if he’s not dead, what’s he doing in a coffin?
I’d just like to say how grateful I am to the BBC for providing me with work, particularly at this time of year, when things are a bit thin for us announcers.
Er, excuse me, um, are you suggesting eating my mother?
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Well, yes.
I’ll have you spam, dear. I love spam.
Still - WAAWWW, eh? WAAAAAAW-HAW-HAW-HAAAAWW, eh?
Dear Sir, I am over three thousand years old and would like to see any scene with two people in bed.
- Arthur! Arthur, King of the Britons! Oh, don’t grovel! One thing I can’t stand, it’s people groveling.
- Sorry.
- And don’t apologize. Every time I try to talk to someone it’s ‘sorry this’ and ‘forgive me that’ and ‘I’m not worthy’. What are you doing now?
- I’m averting my eyes, O Lord.
- Well, don’t. It’s like those miserable Psalms-- they’re so depressing. Now, knock it off!
- Yes, Lord.
And now for something completely the same.
Norman! Tea’s ready.