Well, how very interesting, because I’m now made entirely of tin.
Oh, my god, he’s fallen off the edge of the cartoon.
Lark’s vomit?!?
Now if anybody else pinches my phrase I’ll throw them under a camel.
And the Lord spake, saying, *'‘First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.’
Skip a bit, brother.
Soooorryyyy!
One at a time please.
Blessed are the cheesemakers.
Well done, Giuseppe, or, as the Italians would say: ‘Molto bene, Giuseppe.’
I think BBC-1 are in the kitchen.
Take it easy Dickie old chum.
We’ve just heard that something is happening in the Hide-and-Seek final, so let’s go straight over there.
You bastards! You vicious, heartless bastards! Look what you’ve done to him! He’s worked his fingers to the bone to make this place what it is, and you come in with your petty feeble quibbling and you grind him into the dirt, this fine, honorable Man, whose boots you are not worthy to kiss. Oh… it makes me mad… mad!
No, Mongo no! Oh! the war wound!
There will now be a short intermission.
I have reason to believe that there are certain substances on the premises.
Are you rolling your own jelly babies in there?
Ugh. Me heap dizzy.
Oh, go on, just pretend for God’s sake.