Wink, wink, nudge, nudge, say no more.
Lucky we didn’t say anything about the dirty knife…
I could, if I wanted, have sexual intercourse with you,…
This is Ken Clean-Air Systems, the great white hope of the British boxing world. After three fights - and only two convictions - his manager believes that Ken is now ready to face the giant American, Satellite Five.
NOT the blowjob.
If you don’t shut up, I shall have to shoot you!
The great thing about Ken is that he’s almost totally stupid.
Gervaise Brook-Hampster is in the Guards, and his father uses him as a wastepaper basket.
We showed 'em, didn’t we, sir?
That…showed them, huh?
KLUNK
If only Bicycle Repair Man were here!
Dear Sir,
As a naval officer I abhor the implication that the Royal Navy is a haven for cannibalism. It is well known that we now have the problem relatively under control, and that it is the RAF who now suffer the largest casualties in this area.
Yours etc.
Captain B.J. Smethwick in a white wine sauce with shallots, mushrooms and garlic.
I wonder where that fish has gone.
Well, what are you doing creeping around a cow shed at two o’clock in the morning? That doesn’t sound very wise to me.
Gorn!
Oh, shit, it’s Mr. Creosote!
I dunno, must be a king.
Now go away, or I shall taunt you a second time.
The BBC would like to apologize for the poor quality of the writing in that sketch. It is not BBC policy to get easy laughs with words like bum, knickers, bony or wee-wees.
Oh, er, by the way - got a bit of a dirty fork, could you … er… get me another one?