I’m not dead yet.
That’s a strange expression, Bruce.
The BBC would like to apologize for the next announcement.
I didn’t expect the Spanish Inquisition.
The Architects Sketch! Up there! Up there! Up there! Up there! The architects…!
Bring in… the comfy chair!
Finland, Finland, Finland.
The country where I want to be
You try that around here, young man, and we’ll slit your face.
Oh, what sad times are these when passing ruffians can say “Ni!” at will to old ladies. There is a pestilence upon this land. Nothing is sacred. Even those who arrange and design shrubberies are under considerable economic stress at this period in history.
Number thirteen. The naughty bits of a horse.
We’re interrupting this sketch but we’ll be bringing you back the moment anything interesting happens. Meanwhile here are some friends of mine.
Help! Help! I’m being repressed!
Boring! Boring! Boring! Boring!
A Møøse once bit my sister …
Uh, did you say ‘knives’?
Say no more!
You see, I mainly design slaughterhouses.
I’m Brian, and so’s my wife!
Your wife not nurse. She nurse, your wife patient. Be patient, she nurse your wife. Me doctor, you tent, you tree, you Tarzan, me Jane, you Trent, you Trillo…me doctor!
Shut your festering gob, you tit! Your type really makes me puke, you vacuous, coffee-nosed, malodorous, pervert!