Gunga gunga, where’s our fish?
The… Larch.
Run away! Run away!
Tish tish.
Albatross! Albatross!
You mean zis isn’t ze lady?
We are now the Knights Who Say ‘Ecky-ecky-ecky-ecky-pikang-zoop-boing.’ (Ni!) (Shh!)
You can call me Linda, if you like.
She’s a witch! Burn her!
I think it’s disgusting… you a Member of Parliament.
He’s scarpered!
Not you, m’lord. M’lord.
How much do you hate the Romans?
That’s inter-city rail for you.
I wasn’t snogging!
The BBC wishes to deny rumors that it is going into liquidation.
There’s another dead bishop on the landing.
Suffragan or diocesan?
A lot.
Well why do you come in here trying to flog the stuff, then?
Well, I was, uh, sitting in the public library on Thurmon Street just now, skimming through “Rogue Herries” by Hugh Walpole, and I suddenly came over all peckish.