She's made of sterner stuff.

Burn her!

Burma!

Burma?

I panicked.

Oh, well, just ... run away!

Who's got a boil on his semprini, then?

Silly english kah-nig-its

Mum, there's a dead vicar on the landing.

She's got HUGE... tracts of land.

*Sigh* I need to look on the bright side of life.

Speaking of life, what's the meaning of life?

And now, it's time for the penguin on top of your television to explode.

I thought I'd already determined I wasn't going to put penguins there anymore.  So, how'd the penguin get on top of my TV this time?

Maybe it's from the zoo.

That's a given.  But how did it get to my TV?

Albatross!

What flavour is it?

And what's it's air speed velocity?

I don't know that.

(falls off the bridge)

I can't tell Whizzo butter from this dead crab!

I fart in your general direction.

Call the church police!

(I do wish I'd watch Monty Python more recently.  I'd be doing much better, but my memory is stale.)

"It's hot enough to boil a monkey's bum in here, your Majesty."


(does that help?)

::grins snorts and giggles all the way outta the barn::