Right, stop that! It’s silly! Very silly indeed. It started as a nice sketch about old ladies, but now it’s just gotten silly.
His hair’s too long for a vicar, too. And you can tell those aren’t proper keep left signs. Clear out, the lot of you!
Ahem!
Tell me, sir, have you confused your cat recently?
My thread,my beautiful thread…
You have ruined it with your stupid, incomprehensible blather, you malodorous tarts and twits!
That’s what I was looking for.
Thanks
PS:
What was jdavis doing in here pissing away his time? No wonder this joint never runs right.
PPS:
I never depict sarcasm, but I thought this one teeny-tiny time I might make an itsy-bitsy exception. Jerry is a genius and a hell of a good guy to boot(not that it ever crossed my mind to boot him) so I’m sure I’m safe. Still…just kidding Jer,ya big good-humored lug,ya!
my hovercraft is full of eels.
Do you waaant to come back to my place, bouncy bouncy?
[sub]It’s only a model.
No, well we don’t have ‘Rarnaby Budge’ by Charles Dikkens with two Ks, the well-known Dutch author, and perhaps to save time I should add that we don’t have ‘Karnaby Fudge’ by Darles Chickens, or ‘Farmer of Sludge’ by Marles Pickens, or even ‘Stickwick Stapers’ by Farles Wickens with four M’s and a silent Q!!! Why don’t you try W. H. Smith’s?
I did. They sent me here.
-OR-
How about a Dog-Turd and Tonic?
[sub]Thank you, I like to think so[/sub]
…
[sub]If you’re lucky[/sub]
I’ll just go and change my armor.
Oh please, just a little bit of peril?
<Shouting> 5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1
I don’t care how f*cking runny it is, hand it over with due speed.
ohhhh, the cat’s eaten it.
:: voice in the back, piping up ::
I’m not!
“Who is it, darling?” “It’s a Mr. Death, he’s come about the reaping.”
Spam, spam, spam, spam, lovely spam, lovely spam.
I want to be…
a LUMBERJACK!
The people responsible for the credits have been sacked.
Squad! Confuse…Cat!
Your Lupins or your Life.
King Arthur: One… Two … Four
Lancelot: “Three”, sire.
Arthur: Oh, … Three
[HOLY HANDGRENADE]*
This program was adapted for television by putting it under a piece of wood and hitting it with a hammer.
But I don’t like SPAM.
Don’t just go in rushing for the clitoris!