I don’t want to go on the cart.
Bravo, Madge. Well done. Taxation is the very nub of my gist. Gentlemen, we have to find something new to tax.
You mustn’t kill them, nurse.
Oh! I’m awfully sorry, my suit seems to keep catching fire.
Right, you’re in.
And there was much rejoicing.
yay.
(and characters)
That would make chartered accountancy a lot more interesting!
No, you’re not. You’ll be stone dead in a moment.
Will Mr. Michael Ellis please go straight to the manager’s office… I’ll repeat that… Will Mr. Nigel Mellish please go straight to the manager’s office.
Good! Pop it in an envelope and bung it off! It’s no good bottling these things up, Brian. If you feel them you must say them or you’ll just go mad…
Good evening, last week we learned how to saw a lady in half. This week we’re going to learn how to saw a lady into three bits and dispose of the body…
So on we go … it’s going to be difficult - the walking tree can achieve speeds of up to fifty miles an hour, especially when it’s in a hurry.
Well, take a letter, Brian. Dear Sir, I wish to protest…
Welcome back. And now it’s time for part eight of our series about the life and work of Ursula Hifier, the Surrey housewife who revolutionized British beekeeping in the nineteen-thirties.
Oh Bloody Hell! Er… a Scotsman on a horse!
He has a wife, you know.
Sorry to be late. My walk has gotten rather sillier.
Look at arson - I mean, how many of us can honestly say that at one time or another he hasn’t set fire to some great public building? I know I have.
We are struggling together!