French persons!
Good lord, you’re right. It’s Kandinsky. Wassily Kandinsky, and who’s this here with him? It’s Braque. Georges Braque, the Cubist, painting a bird in flight over a cornfield and going very fast down the hill towards Kingston and…
Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time!
You bastards! We’ve been planning this for months.
We haven’t done anything illegal!
If questioned, we are sewage workers on our way to a conference.
And what exactly are the commercial possibilities of ovine aviation?
Bunch of monkeys on the ceiling, sir! Grab your egg-and-fours and let’s get the bacon delivered!
There are those who call me… Tim?
Oh Lord, please don’t burn us, don’t grill or toast your flock, don’t put us on the barbecue, or simmer us in stock, don’t braise or bake or boil us, or stir-fry us in a wok. Oh please don’t lightly poach us, or baste us with hot fat, don’t fricassee or roast us, or boil us in a vat. And please don’t stick thy servants Lord, in a rotissomat.
she’s got HUGE…tracts of land.
Don’t move. I’ll get help.
He has given us food!
Good morning, I’d care to purchase a chicken, please.
You make me sad.
None shall pass.
It’s real Hawaiian food served in an authentic, medieval English dungeon atmosphere.
The BBC would like to apologize for the constant repetition in this show.
Oh. Ahh, about eleven, sir.
What an eccentric performance.