Brother Maynard! Bring up the Holy Hand Grenade!
I think I’ll go for a walk.
My lords, ladies and gedderbong… on my right, from the town of Reigate in the county of Kent, the heavyweight… Mr. Ken Clean-Air Systems!.. and on my left, Miss Petula Wilcox.
I want to go home!
That’s marvellous. Thank you very much. Sorry to come barging in.
Wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more!
Stop that! Stop that! You’re not going into a song while I’m here.
And the Lord spake, saying, “First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.”
Look, would you mind going away, I’m trying to examine this man.
When moon high over prairie … when wolf howl over mountain, when mighty wind roar through Yellow Valley, we go Leatherhead Rep - block booking, upper circle - whole tribe get it on 3/6d each.
He’s had a hard day dear, his new play opens at the National Theater tomorrow.
Tonight we’re going to take a hard tough abrasive look at camel spotting.
Mr. Nesbitt has learned the first lesson of not being seen: not to stand up.
You look like a milkman to me.
I think I can say, without fear of contradiction, that the ideal job for you is chartered accountancy.
I have this terrible feeling of deja vu…
The BBC would like to apologize for the next announcement.
I would not appear in a frontal nude scene unless it was valid.
Oi, haven’t I seen you somewhere before?
A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse.