He is an halibut.
He’s a lumberjack, and he’s okay.
I can’t get the fire brigade Mervyn.
Gentlemen, at six o’clock I want every man-Bruce of you in the Sydney Harbour Bridge room to take a glass of sherry with the flying philosopher, Bruce, and I call upon you, padre, to close the meeting with a prayer.
That’s going to cause a little confusion.
The Minister for Not Listening to People toured Batley today to investigate allegations of victimization in home-loan improvement grants.
Blasphemy! He said it again!
…bahnwagen- gutenabend…
My hovercraft is full of eels.
I’m sorry, but my client has become pretentious.
…bitte- ein- nürnburger…
New-Bruce, are you a poofter?
Dinsdale was a perfectly normal person in every way. Except is as much as he was convinced that he was being watched by a giant hedgehog whom he referred to as Spiny Norman.
Can I just butt in and say here that it’s probably the last time I shall ever appear on television.
Excuse me, but am I in this scene?
Three cheers for the defendant. Hip. Hip.
But it’s my only line!
I waggled me wig!
You what?
There are no easy answers in this case m’lud.