You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh.
Maniacal laugh… maniacal laugh…
Haven’t you ever heard of the healing power of laughter?
What, are you crazy?! Why are you laughing?!
Why so serious?
Yes well, you are my tenth Prime Minister Mr. Blair. My first of course was Winston Churchill, he sat in your chair in a frock coat and top hat. And he was kind enough to give a shy young girl like me quite an education.
Oh dear, it’s the Chancellor of the Exchequer on the other line.
Here’s where the fun begins.
The SAS are absolutely charming. Ruthless trained killers are just a phone call away.
No. You don’t have people killed. I have people killed; I’m the bad guy, remember?
For some reason, the bad guy was always a Colonel who had a beautiful daughter and about a thousand head of cattle which you would hear but never see.
Guess what’s for dinner! Colonel Chicken!
Fagin, this sausage is moldy!
I got a feeling that behind those jeans is something wonderful just waiting to get out.
Say hello to my little friend!
You’re gonna need a bigger boat.
Two hands there, son.
Sorry about the mess.
You are so good you made the Mathmos vomit!
Your middle name is Ralph, as in puke.