Budgie?
No. 1: The larch.
Ugh! Frightful words!
And now for something completely different: a man with three buttocks!
Oh, moto-cross!
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you on the mouse organ ‘The Bells of St Mary’s’. Thank you.
Would you like to give up being a mason? Think carefully. Think. Think.
You’re a looney.
Yes, repeats or war films. It really makes you want to micturate.
I want you to be my helpmate. As Tarzan had his Jane, as Napoleon had his Josephine, as Frankie Laine had whoever he had - I want you to help me in my plan to dominate the world!
Yes, it’s either that, or ‘Oh that this too too solid flesh would melt …’
I’ve been meaning to spend more time in the restaurant recently, but I haven’t been too well. Things aren’t going very well back there. The poor cook’s son has been put away again, and poor old Mrs. Dalrymple who does the washing up can hardly move her poor fingers, and then there’s Gilberto’s war wound - but they’re good people, and they’re kind people, and together we were beginning to get over this dark patch … there was light at the end of the tunnel . … now this . … now this…
Think…
You don’t believe I’m a policeman, do you?
Look, it’s a bleeding pet, isn’t it? I’ve got a license for me pet dog Eric, I’ve got a license for me pet cat Eric.
Do you want to come upstairs?
I’d like to complain about people who hold things up by complaining about people complaining.
Lucky we didn’t say anything about the dirty knife.
You bastards! Look what you’ve done to him!
Hang on. You can’t park here you know.