About one; call it none.
Raise high the drawbridge. Gloucester’s troops approach.
Walk away. Just ignore them.
I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, but I’m afraid my walk has become rather sillier recently
It is the rabbit!
And so the final result: The Upperclass Twit of the Year - Gervaise Brook-Hampster of Kensington and Weybridge; runner up - Vivian Smith-Smythe-Smith of Kensington; and third - Nigel Incubator-Jones of Henley. Well there’ll certainly be some car door slamming in the streets of Kensington tonight.
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My brain hurts!
Well how about this, sir: ‘Bum Biters’.
This here’s the wattle, the emblem of our land. You can stick it in a bottle or you can hold it in your hand. Amen.
Always look on the bright side of life. 
Sir Philip. The Spaniards have landed in the Netherlands. My Lord Walsingham needs you there forthwith.
Good evening. We’ve got an action-packed evening for you tonight on Thames, but right now here’s a rotten old BBC program.
Dinsdale was a gentleman, and what’s more, he knew how to treat a female impersonator.
Well it has been a pleasure working with you.
I’ve had enough of this wowdy webel sniggewing behaviour. Silence! Call yourselves Pwaetowian guards? You’re not - Seize him! Seize him! Blow your noses and seize him!
And now a dormitory in a girls’ public school.
Well, now, not going to bush the doctor about the beat too long. I’m going to come to point the straight immediately.
I’m not dead yet.
This is an ex-parrot!