Shut your festering gob, you tit! Your type makes me puke! You vacuous stuffy-nosed malodorous pervert!!!
All right, don’t anybody move, there’s been a murder.
Camembert?
I’m too old for that sort of thing. I’m past my prime.
Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate?
… the zany exploits of a wacky Queen, and that’s followed by ‘Limestone, Dear Limestone’…
… And the beast shall be huge and black, and the eyes thereof red with the blood of living creatures, and the whore of Babylon shall ride forth on a three-headed serpent, and throughout the lands, there’ll be a great rubbing of parts. Yeeah…
And there was much rejoicing. (Yeeeah)
I got better.
I’m charging you two under Section 21 of the Strange Sketch Act.
That tomato just ejected itself.
You can catch it off lampposts.
Mr Frampton, will you take your trousers down?
I only hope we’re not too late.
Couldn’t we just steal the watch, Boss?
That’s a nice army you have there… be a shame if something were to happen to it.
I see you have the machine that goes ping.
Oh, I couldn’t afford a whole new brain.
Look. I couldn’t eat another thing. I’m absolutely stuffed. Bugger off.
Za… bag… lione… a sort of cream mouse… mousse of Italian origin…