My hovercraft is full of eels.
… what makes certain men want to be mice?
In the pub. The tall thin one with the moustache, remember? About three years ago?
It’s all gotten rather silly, really.
Well here in High Street Epsom, there are ample opportunities for all kinds of redevelopment. As you can see behind me now there are a high level of low density consumer units, still not fully maximizing site value. This could be radically improved by a carefully planned program of demolition. And of course most of the occupants are … er … elderly folks, so they wouldn’t put up much of a fight.
Quite right, quite right - much too silly.
Abandoning any pretense of modesty, here’s probably the best match between a thread title and a post, in the history of this message board.
Oh, what is it dear?
[Giant foot comes down and smashes anything beneath it.]
Well, what about those juniper bushes over there?
Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?
I’m afraid I cannot comment on that until it’s been officially hushed up.
Look. I’m sorry if I’m interrupting anything that any of you may be doing at home, but I want you to think of me as an old queen.
Second floor … stationery, leather goods, tribal head injuries, cricket bats, film stars, dolphinafiums.
Fetchez la vache!
But I am a chartered accountant.
Who shall declare this good, that ill
When good and ill so intertwine
But to fulfill the vast design
Of an omniscient will.
When seeming again but turns to loss
When earthly treasure proves but dross
And what seems lost but turns again
To high eternal gain.
And that’s Capricorn, is it?
Lovely people, the Romans.
Interviewer: Michael, do you think you know what a larch tree looks like?
Michael: (bursting into tears) I want to go home.
(Shrieks from unseen audience.)
Terry: Bottom!
(More shrieks.)
Interviewer: Are there any other trees that any of you think you could recognize from quite a long way away?