Nay, by Malliwi Rapesheake.
Yes, it was the middle one!
Mrs. Scab, you have twelve hours to beat the clock.
No sir, we’re not judging you. We just want your money.
All right! All right! But you didn’t have to say it! You could have kept quiet for a change!
Now if anybody else pinches my phrase I’ll throw them under a camel.
Well, er, yes Mr. Anchovy, but you see your report here says that you are an extremely dull person. You see, our experts describe you as an appallingly dull fellow, unimaginative, timid, lacking in initiative, spineless, easily dominated, no sense of humor, tedious company and irrepressibly drab and awful. And whereas in most professions these would be considerable drawbacks, in chartered accountancy they are a positive boon.
I would not appear in a frontal nude scene unless it was valid.
Ah, good morning. I’m afraid our regular psychiatrist hasn’t come round this morning … and I’ve got an ego block which is in turn making my wife over-assertive and getting us both into a state of depressive neurosis.
You know it takes me two hours every morning to get out onto the moors, collect my berries, chastise myself, and two hours back in the evening.
Ladies and gentlemen, we give you Ken Buddha and his inflatable knees.
Sorry Squire, I’ve gobbed on your carpet.
Yes, pity really, I always preferred the outdoor life. Hunting, shooting, fishing. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God’s creatures - that was the life. Charging about the moorland, blasting their heads off.
Look! Two people… three people have just fallen past that window.
Dear Sir, I am writing to complain about that sketch about people failing out of a high building. I have worked all my life in such a building and have never once YAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
From Harold. He’s that sheep there over under the elm. He’s that most dangerous of animals, a clever sheep. He’s the ring-leader. He has realized that a sheep’s life consists of standing around for a few months and then being eaten. And that’s a depressing prospect for an ambitious sheep. He’s patently hit on the idea of escape.
You can see the join.
This is Uncle Ted, back again at the front of the house, but you can see the side of the house. And this is Uncle Ted even nearer the side of the house, but you can still see the front. This is the back of the house, with Uncle Ted coming round the side to the front. And this is the Spanish Inquisition hiding behind the coal shed.
I didn’t expect the Spanish Inquisition.
And now here is a reminder about leaving your radio on during the night. Leave your radio on during the night.