Here! Don’t you start doing a documentary on us, young man.
Raise high the drawbridge. Gloucester’s troops approach.
Fetche lavache!
We was too late. The Reverend Grundy bit the ceiling.
Ooh, you lucky bastard.
I’ll remember you. Don’t you worry. I’ll remember you.
Where’s all the others, then?
No, no, no - it’s spelt Raymond Luxury Yach-t, but it’s pronounced ‘Throatwobbler Mangrove’.
Architects! Up there! Up there!
Mungo! Never kill a customer!
No, no, sir, it’s alright, we don’t morally censor, we just want the money.
A lot of people are far less understanding than you are. A lot of people take offense even when I talk to them.
Shut up.
A tiger in Africa?!
G’day Bruce!
From the makers of ‘Gunfight at the OK Corral in Morse Code’.
Lovely people, the Romans.
Well, I follow the moth in the helicopter to lure it away from the flowers, and then Roy comes along in the Lockheed Starfighter and attacks it with air-to-air missiles.
Can’t be sirloin. Not from a piggy, Neddy.
Well, I wouldn’t know about that, madam. We’re just, uh, doing our jobs, you know.