Don’t give me that, you snotty-faced heap of parrot droppings!
Righto!
Hello again. I am at present still on film, but in a few seconds I shall be appearing in the studio. Thank you.
Challenging Everest? Why not drop in at Ricky Pule’s, only 2400 feet from this cinema. Ricky and Maurice offer a variety of styles for the well-groomed climber.
Ladies and gentlemen, it’s the ‘The Attila the Hun Show’.
When danger reared its ugly head
Sir Robin turned his tail and fled…
Where it says: ‘next of kin’ shall I put ‘mother’?
Good evening. One of the most prolific film directors of this age, or indeed of any age, is Sir Edward Ross, back in his native country for the first time for five years to open a season of his works at the National Film Theatre, and we are very fortunate to have him with us in this studio this evening.
Dead. And never called me Mother.
Now, no false moves please. I want you to hand over all the lupins you’ve got.
I’ll offer you a poke in the eye.
The Laird of Montrose!
And how do you get on with these French people?
I warned you. I’m going to punch you so hard, you Roman git!
Are you the marriage guidance counsellor?
Aha! No, you want room 12A, next door.
[caption] AND NOW THE TEN SECONDS OF SEX
…
ALL RIGHT, YOU CAN STOP NOW
Give me my nose back.
We understand a man is now helping police with their enquiries. And that is the end of the news.
Look! You said I was going to be a funny passenger.