What was that about hats, again?
I have a hat.
I have a hat.
What do you think the next bit will be, then?
I have a hat.
This is my wife Audrey, she smells a bit but she has a heart of gold.
Ahh. Been in the wars, have we?
bring us…a shrubbery
O Knights… who until recently said “Ni!”
Oh dear, I’m not supposed to go mad till 1800!
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Ooh, yeah. Yeah. Right. Yeah. Right.
No. 1. The Larch. The… Larch.
Mr Ken Andrews, of Leighton Road, Slough has concealed himself extremely well. He could be almost anywhere. He could be behind the wall, inside the water barrel, beneath a pile of leaves, up in the tree, squatting down behind the car, concealed in a hollow, or crouched behind any one of a hundred bushes. However we happen to know he’s in the water barrel.
Splunge!
Business is booming in the so-called arts, but two can play at that game, chum.
I was terrified of him. Everyone was terrified of Doug. I’ve seen grown men pull their own heads off rather than see Doug. Even Dinsdale was frightened of Doug.
I’m sorry, you have to say ‘dog kennel’ to Mr. Lambert, because if you say ‘mattress’ he puts a bucket over his head.
Are you the brain specialist?
My brain hurts!
There’s a man at the door with a moustache.