I want him to get a-head.
Weather for tomorrow will be cloudy with occasional outbreaks of rain. And that is the end of the news.
Ring the police. Yes, that’s a good idea. Get them over here fast … no, on second thoughts, get them over here slowly, so they don’t drop anything.
This is where Mrs Shazam was so wrong. Exploding is a perfectly normal medical phenomenon. In many fields of medicine nowadays, a dose of dynamite can do a world of good. For instance, athlete’s foot - an irritating condition - can be cured by applying a small charge of TNT between each toe.
It’s…
And that’s the final entry. La derniere entree. Das final entry. And now, guten abend. Das scores. The scores. Les scores. Dei scores. Oh! Scores. Ha! Scores!
And now on BBC another six minutes of Monty Python’s Flying Circus.
That’s-- that’s, uh-- that’s enough music for now, lads. Looks like there’s dirty work afoot.
I’ve had my chance and I’ve muffed it. Anyway, there we are. I’m not really awfully good with words. You see, I’m more of a visual performer.
I say my lines out of the trench?
I’m sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint!
(And see post 499 and thereafter: Botticelli, July 2023 - #499 by Elendil_s_Heir)
This is an ex-parrot!
‘E’s not pinin’, 'e’s passed on! This parrot is no more! He has ceased to be! 'E’s expired and gone to meet 'is maker! 'E’s a stiff! Bereft of life, 'e rests in peace! If you hadn’t nailed 'im to the perch 'e’d be pushing up the daisies! 'Is metabolic processes are now 'istory! 'E’s off the twig! 'E’s kicked the bucket, 'e’s shuffled off ‘is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin’ choir invisible!
I’m not dead yet.
How did you know my name was Eric?
Mungo… never kill a customer.
It’s not him.
You’re not fooling anyone, you know.
Timmy Williams’ ‘Coffee Time’ was brought to you live from Woppi’s in Holborn.
Shut up. It’s about your advertising campaign for Conquistador Coffee. Now, I’ve had the managing director of Conquistador to see me this morning and he’s very unhappy with your campaign. Very unhappy. In fact, he’s shot himself.