And again! Over we go! Good. Steady! And now, the big one! Uuh! Come on, Concorde!
You’ve got two empty halves of coconut and you’re bangin’ 'em together.
Is there anyone else up there we could talk to?
An excerpt from Karl Fringe’s latest film. Karl, we’re all mystified by your claim that you new film stars Marilyn Monroe, who died over ten years ago.
But if any of you could put in a word for me I’d love to be a mason. Masonry opens doors. I’d be very quiet, I was a bit on edge just now but if I were a mason I’d sit at the back and not get in anyone’s way.
The Architects Sketch…The Architects Sketch!
Come and see the violence inherent in the system!
All right! All right! This is your captain speaking… do not rush for the lifeboats … women, children, Red Indians, spacemen and a sort of idealized version of complete Renaissance Men first!
You’re in luck; here’s the Lord Mayor.
Romanes Eunt Domus
And there was much rejoicing. (Yay.)
I fart in your general direction.
Are there any women here today?
We are but eight score young blondes and brunettes, all between sixteen and nineteen-and-a-half, cut off in this castle with no one to protect us.
(A great non sequitur, sequitur! 
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Notice that they do not so much fly as… plummet.
It’s dull. Dull. Dull. My God it’s dull, it’s so desperately dull and tedious and stuffy and boring and des-per-ate-ly DULL.
Excuse me, do I have any more lines?
Hello, and welcome to the classic Silbury Hill for the 3:10 performance of “Monty Python and the Holy Grail.”
Thank you, Onan!
I take as my text for today…