I’ve just spent four hours burying the cat.
Well, one day I was at home, threatening the kids, when I looks out through the hole in the wall and sees this tank pull up and out gets one of Dinsdale’s boys, so he comes in nice and friendly and says Dinsdale wants to have a word with me, so he chains me to the back of the tank and takes me for a scrape 'round to Dinsdale’s place.
Salt of the earth!
Isn’t that going to put the cost up?
Hello, is that the fire brigade?
Here comes that wacky queen again!
Shut up!
Right…I know you’re there - lurking under the floorboards with your damsons and your prunes…now, the rest of you - I know you’re hiding behind the wall bars with your quinces. Well I’m ready for you.
There’s a Mr. Pither to see you, Doctor. His bicycle pump got caught in his sock.
Spam.
Makes you think doesn’t it?
This morning, shortly after eleven o’clock, comedy struck this little house in Dibley Road. Sudden …violent … comedy. Police have sealed off the area, and Scotland Yard’s crack inspector is with me now.
And now on BBC 1, one more minute of Monty Python’s Flying Circus.
It’s…
We’ll soon have you cured.
Oh dear, that’ll be the Cheap-Laughs from next door.
Say no more!
She turned me into a newt!
Rule 6: there is no… Rule 6.
I got better.