You can’t eat that raw!
It’s…
It’s only a bloody parking offence!
But it’s my only line.
Lemon curry?
Old woman!
I’m not dead yet.
A perfectly ordinary morning in a perfectly ordinary English suburb. Life goes on as it has done for years.
Mash that dirty red scum! Kick 'em in the teeth where it hurts! Kill! Kill! Kill! Filthy bastard commies! I hate 'em! I hate 'em! AAAAUGH!
A palindrome?
Run away! Run away!
One thing is for sure, the sheep is not a creature of the air.
Lettuces, cucumber, radishes. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
How do you cook it?
She’s keen on knitting and likes Cliff Richard records. How does she rate her chances against Ken?
Get 'em when they’re young, eh?
No. 1. The Larch. The… Larch.
Well, I’m a southpaw and I think this will confuse him, particularly with his brain problem.
No, no. ‘Aaaauugggh’, at the back of the throat. Aaauugh.
– Um. Oh this is, is the interview for the management training course is it?
– (Rings bell) Yes. Yes it is. Goodnight. Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.