One hundled and thilty-six men of wal.
Beans! Beans!
Sorry, mum.
Cockroach Cluster?!
Monty Python’s Flying Circus tonight comes to you live from the Grillomat Snack Bar, Paignton.
What an eccentric performance.
Enough of this gay banter. And now Mr Anchovy, you asked us to advise you which job in life you were best suited for.
Well… well… I agree with everything Mr. Gumby says.
Excuse me, I saw your advertisement for flying lessons and I’d like to make an application.
One thing is for sure; a sheep is not a creature of the air. They have enormous difficulty in the comparatively simple act of perchin’.
Would you like to have a sixteen-ton weight dropped on top of you, Eric?
But I am a chartered accountant!
I’d like to see more fairy stories about the police.
My brain hurts!
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.
Dear Sir,
I’m sorry this letter is late, it should have come at the beginning of the program.
Yours, Ivor Bigbottle.
Aren’t you going to say something about ‘mine aren’t but the Big Cheese gets his at low tide tonight’?
It’s a fair cop.
I’ve fallen off my chair, Brian.
It’s a bazooka!