Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake baker’s man. Good morning, madam, I’m a psychiatrist.
Have you confused your cat larely?
Larks’ tongues. Otters’ noses. Ocelot spleens.
If we took the bones out, it wouldn’t be crunchy.
You know, there are many people in the country today who, through no fault of their own, are sane. Some of them were born sane. Some of them became sane later in their lives. It is up to people like you and me who are out of our tiny little minds to try and help these people overcome their sanity.
What about you? Do you find it…wisible…
When I say the name…
Biggus…
Dickus?
Righto!
Some people have made the mistake of seeing Shunt’s work as a load of rubbish about railway timetables, but clever people like me, who talk loudly in restaurants, see this as a deliberate ambiguity, a plea for understanding in a mechanized world.
Well here is a three-stage model of Tchaikovsky… here you see the legs, used for walking around, and which can be jettisoned at night …And this is the main trunk,. the power house of the whole thing, incorporating of course the naughty bits, which were extremely naughty for his time, and the whole thing is subservient to this small command module, the, as it were, head of the whole, as it were, body.
My brain hurts!
He cuts down trees
Yes, it was the middle one.
Anyway, you’ve got bad breath.
Well, it’s only because you don’t brush my teeth.
The Larch.
It’s Deirdre.
The Black Knight always triumphs!
Oh no, not again.
It’s only a model.
Well, being the conservative candidate, I tend to just drone on and on and on and on and on without letting anyone else get a word in edgewise until I start to froth at the mouth and fall over backwards — WHOA!
It’s only a wafer-thin mint.