Did he.
Silence, naughty lady of the night!
Shut your bloody gob! I’ve had enough of this, I’m going to ring the police.
I never did like that kind of person… !
Bert, some people say this is crazy.
Good for you. My word yes. Well Chris, what is it that it is - this theory of mine. Well, this is what it is - my theory that I have, that is to say, which is mine, is mine.
Your dung. Three hundredweight of heavy droppings. Where do you want it?
Er yes … well … you’ve not quite got the hang of that, have you.
Ah, well, this is your free dead Indian, as advertised.
When Chief Yellow Snake was leader, and Mighty Eagle was in land of forefather, we fight Pawnee at Oxbow Crossing. When Pawnee steal our rehearsal copies of ‘Reluctant Debutante’ we kill fifty Pawnee - houses heap full every night. Heap good publicity.
Then… then… the… the end! The End.
Well the real hang-up was with the bread man but when the top brass pigs came through we got it together in a couple of moons. Commodore Betty Grable, who’s a real sub-aqua head, has got it together diving wise and like the whole gig’s been a real gas man.
Sadly, David Niven cannot be with us tonight, but he has sent his fridge.
Mmm. That’s what he used to say. ‘It’s all for the good of the country’ he used to say.
| City Gent | Oh, jolly good too. (surveys field; he looks puzzled) I say, those are sheep aren’t they? |
|---|---|
| Rustic | Ar. |
| City Gent | Yes, yes of course, I thought so…only…er why are they up in the trees? |
| Rustic | A fair question and one that in recent weeks has been much on my mind. It’s my considered opinion that they’re nesting. |
Obviously boxing must have its limits, but providing they’re both perfectly fit I can see nothing wrong with one healthy man beating the living daylights out of a little schoolgirl.
Mr. Gabriello. People are saying that the kid ought to be buried. His head’s come off in the last six fights.
You’re not… doctors, then?
Thank God for that. I feared I might be… too late.
I’ll put the lights on again for a pound.