ALBATROSS!!!!---ALBATROSS!!!--"do you get wafers with it?"---"of course you don't get f king wafers with it"---"what flavour is it"----- "its not any blo ody flavour, ---- "it must have a flavour, everthings got a flavour"----------- "its a f king albatross innit, its f king seabird f king bleedin flavour"!!
Knight 1: We are now no longer the Knights who say Ni. Knight 2: NI. Other Knights: Shh... Knight 1: We are now the Knights who say... ”Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-PTANG. Zoom-Boing. Z'nourrwringmm.
YOU SHOT HIM---YOU SHOT HIM DEAD-!!-----well, he was coming at me with a banana---YOU TOLD HIM TOO------look, I'm only doing my job--I have to teach you how to defend yourselves against fresh fruit
what about pointed sticks?
pointed sticks eh? we wanna learn how to defend ourselves against pointed sticks do we?, getting all high and mighty eh?---well I'll tell you something my lad---when you're walking home tonight and some homicidal maniac comes at you with a bunch of loganberries, DON'T COME CRYING TO ME!!
YOU!--MR APRICOT--COME AT ME WITH THAT BANANA---harrison---SORRY,MR HARRISON, COME AT ME WITH THAT BANANA--no, you'll shoot me---NO I WONT---throw the gun away---I HAV'NT GOT A GUN---yes you have, you shot mr johnson with it-- OH, THAT GUN----throw it away---OH ALRIGHT---
HOW TO DEFEND YOURSELVES AGAINST A MAN HOLDING A BANANA,--- WITHOUT A GUN!!
Peasant: "I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition."
Cardinal Ximinez: "Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition! Our chief weapon is surprise...surprise and fear...fear and surprise.... Our two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... Our *three* weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... Our *four*...no... *Amongst* our weapons.... Amongst our weaponry...are such elements as fear, surprise.... I'll come in again."
TV Presenter: And now a precision display of bad temper. [soldiers all yell in unison] Soldiers: My goodness me! I am in a bad temper today, two three! Damn damn, two three! I am vexed and ratty, two three! And hopping mad! [soldiers stamp feet on ground angrily] TV Presenter: And now, the men of the Second Armored Division with their famous close order swanning about. Sergeant: Squad... *Camp* it *up*! [soldiers all chant in unison while mincing] Soldiers: Ooh, get her! Whoops, I've got your number ducky, you couldn't afford me dear, two three. I'll scratch your eyes out! Don't come the Brigadier bit with us, dear, we all know where you've been, you military fairy. Two, three, one, two, three, four, five, six. Whoops! Don't look now girls, the man has just minced in with that jolly colour Sergeant, two three. Oooh!
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Blessed are the cheese makers, and other purveyors of dairy products
gannet ripple!!
Knight 1: We are now no longer the Knights who say Ni.
Knight 2: NI.
Other Knights: Shh...
Knight 1: We are now the Knights who say... ”Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-PTANG. Zoom-Boing. Z'nourrwringmm.
what about pointed sticks?
pointed sticks eh? we wanna learn how to defend ourselves against pointed sticks do we?, getting all high and mighty eh?---well I'll tell you something my lad---when you're walking home tonight and some homicidal maniac comes at you with a bunch of loganberries, DON'T COME CRYING TO ME!!
HOW TO DEFEND YOURSELVES AGAINST A MAN HOLDING A BANANA,--- WITHOUT A GUN!!
Cardinal Ximinez: "Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition! Our chief weapon is surprise...surprise and fear...fear and surprise.... Our two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... Our *three* weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... Our *four*...no... *Amongst* our weapons.... Amongst our weaponry...are such elements as fear, surprise.... I'll come in again."
[soldiers all yell in unison]
Soldiers: My goodness me! I am in a bad temper today, two three! Damn damn, two three! I am vexed and ratty, two three! And hopping mad!
[soldiers stamp feet on ground angrily]
TV Presenter: And now, the men of the Second Armored Division with their famous close order swanning about.
Sergeant: Squad... *Camp* it *up*!
[soldiers all chant in unison while mincing]
Soldiers: Ooh, get her! Whoops, I've got your number ducky, you couldn't afford me dear, two three. I'll scratch your eyes out! Don't come the Brigadier bit with us, dear, we all know where you've been, you military fairy. Two, three, one, two, three, four, five, six. Whoops! Don't look now girls, the man has just minced in with that jolly colour Sergeant, two three. Oooh!