Do you want to come upstairs?
My hovercraft is full of eels.
My hovercraft is full of eels.
I have this terrible feeling of deja vu.
Oh, oh, oh. We want to learn how to defend ourselves against pointed sticks, do we? Getting all high and mighty, eh? Fresh fruit not good enough for you eh?
Can I have fifty pounds to mend the shed?
I’m right on my uppers.
I can pay you back
When this postal order comes from Australia.
Honestly.
Hope the bladder trouble’s getting better.
Love, Ewan.
Oh, Mr. Belpit, your legs are so swollen.
It’s only a wafer thin mint.
Oh! It’s blessed are the meek! I’m glad they’re getting something, they had a hell of a time…
Always look on the bright side of life.
Dear Sir, I’m sorry this letter is late, it should have come at the beginning of the programme. Yours, Ivor Bigbottie, (age two).
It’s always Christmas in Heaven.
This is Capt. MacPherson welcoming you aboard East Scottish Airways. You’ll have had your tea. Our destination is Glasgow. There is no need to panic.
You’re no fun anymore!
Hello. Good evening, and welcome to ‘The Middle of the Film’.
I’ll tell you where it is for a pound.
Is he in The Book?
Who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see.
What is your name?
Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at six o’clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, work twenty hour day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!