Oh, Pantomime Horse, that was wonderful!
Don’t come the brigadier bit with us, dear,
We all know where you’ve been, you military fairy!
Take this bus to Cuba.
She said torpedo bay.
Do you think you could recognize a larch from a long way away?
Whoops, don’t look now, girls, the major’s just minced in with that dolly colour sergeant, two, 'three, ooh-hooo!
I bought an ant, mother.
Yes, she said torpedo bay. She did, she did.
No, no, no - it’s spelt Raymond Luxury Yacht, but it’s pronounced ‘Throatwobbler Mangrove’.
Well, you’re a man of the world, squire.
One thing is for sure, the sheep is not a creature of the air. They have enormous difficulty in the comparatively simple act of perchin’.
You’re fucking nicked, me old beauty!
It’s just a flesh wound.
I get so bored.
And now for something completely the same.
We’re done for, we’re done for!
Run away!
You lucky, lucky bastard!
Well there are three things we can do with your mother. We can burn her, bury her, or dump her.
Build a bridge out of her.