Hang on, I’ll get a piece of paper.
But it’s my only line!
You ought to go and see a psychiatrist. You’re a loony. You might even need a new brain.
My brain hurts!
Is this character giving you any trouble?
Good evening. We’ve got an action-packed evening for you tonight on Thames, but right now here’s a rotten old BBC program.
Some people do talk in the most extraordinary way.
Brian, the babe they called Brian
He grew, grew grew and grew
Grew up to be, yes, he grew up to be
A boy called Brian, a boy called Brian
G’day, Bruce!
He had arms and legs and hands and feet
This boy whose name was Brian
And he grew, he grew and grew
Grew up to be, yes he grew up to be…
Here comes that wacky queen again!
Alright… we’ll call it a draw.
Shame. Shame!
It’s also the first major housing project in Britain to be built entirely by characters from nineteenth-century English literature
Is it a Quantity Surveyor?
Ah, here comes the Bossfella now!
If it’s the man to empty the Elsan, tell him it’s in the hall.
Good evening. Well tonight, we are going to talk about… well that is… I am going to talk about… well actually I am talking about it now… well I’m not talking about it now, but I am talking… I know I’m pausing occasionally, and not talking during the pauses, but the pauses are pan of the whole process of talking… when one talks one has to pause… er …
The Larch.
Right. Now, Mrs. Scum, you have won your prize. Do you still want the blow on the head?