I’d like to have Raquel Welch dropped on top of me.
Listen Buster! In Reykyavik it is dark for eight months of the year, and it’s cold enough to freeze your wrists off and there’s only golly fish to eat.
Every sperm is sacred.
Really, they are not for sale.
Remember: policemen make wonderful friends. So write today and take advantage of our free officer. Thank you. And now for the next sketch.
It is now the end of ‘Michael Ellis’ week. From now on it is ‘Chris Quinn’ week.
Albatross! Albatross!
Lancelot! Lancelot!
Yes, Mr Keith Maniac from Guatemala.