The Bishop!
Don’t be silly, mother. People explode every day.
I’m a completely self-taught idiot. I mean, ooh arh, nob arhh, nob arhh … nobody does that anymore. Anybody who did that round here would be laughed off the street. No, nowadays people want something wittier.
A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse.
… your cat is suffering from what we Vets haven’t found a word for.
Splunge!
Spam!
Watch it. Still a few crosses left.
What’s the point of all this hoax?
Is it the chicken and the egg time, are we just yolks?
Or perhaps we’re just one of God’s little jokes
Well ca c’est the Meaning of Life
Well, pretty much as I predicted, except that the Silly Party won. Er, I think this is largely due to the number of votes cast. Gerald.
Good morning. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, but I’m afraid my walk has become rather sillier recently, and so it takes me rather longer to get to work.
What an eccentric performance.
Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. Say no more!
Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!
Look, you stupid bastard, you’ve got no arms left!
Is she a goer?
Do you want to come upstairs?
One on’t cross beams gone owt askew on treddle.
Not at all. It’s not even a proper nose.
My brain hurts!