Run away! Run away!
Engine room, stand by to feed the cat.
[Hmm, that sounds like a Trek quote, Data and Spot?]
This isn’t a lifeboat, dear. This is 24 Parker Street.
My hovercraft is full of eels.
Oh, ‘an aeroplane’. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren’t we? ‘Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I’m off to play the grand piano’. ‘Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.’ Now get on the table!
As an admiral who came up through the ranks more times than you’ve had hot dinners, I wish to join my husband Admiral O.W.A Giveaway in condemning this shoddy misrepresentation of our modern navy. The British Navy is one of the finest and most attractive and butchest fighting forces in the world. I love those white flared trousers and the feel of rough blue serge on those pert little buttocks!
We’ve decided now, we’re going to have leg of Hodges.
Wink, wink, nudge, nudge, say no more.
Good idea, Lord!
'Course it’s a good idea!
He is the Messiah!!
Who said that?
And now: a letter, a hotel registration book, and a series of photographs, which could add up to divorce, premature retirement, and possible criminal proceedings for a company director in Bromsgrove. He’s a freemason, and a conservative M.P., so that’s £3,000 please Mr. S… thank you… to stop us from revealing:
Your name,
The name of the three other people involved,
The youth organization to which they belonged,
and The shop where you bought the equipment!
SUPERIMPOSED CAPTION: ‘The ARCHBISHOP OF AUSTRALIA’
A moose once bit my sister.
Until you come and get him, we’re not to enter the room.
Nitpick: that’s “møøse.”
In play:
Luxury!
(CAPTION) England, 932 A.D.
Who’s for fruit cake?
I beg your pardon!
It was one of Wilde’s!