And pray that there intelligent life somewhere up in space
But don't take it out in public,
Englishmen, you're all so f---ing pompous.
Shut up, you American. You Americans, all you do is talk, and talk, and say 'let me tell you something' and 'I just wanna say.'
My mother said to me, 'Garcon. The world is a beautiful place, and you must spread joy and contentment everywhere you go'.
What do I do?
Oh, yes, and, what's more, because we don't believe in all that Papist claptrap, we can take precautions.
Hello, and welcome to 'The Middle of the Film', the moment where we take a break to invite you, the audience, to join us, the film-makers, in
Well, that's the end of the film. Now, here's the meaning of life.
Ah, I see you have the machine that goes ping.
Yeah, I've had a team working on this over the past few weeks, and what we've come up with can be reduced to two fundamental concepts. One:
Oh, fishy, fishy, fishy fish!
I AM DEATH!
And though I may be down right now
That is why we'll always need an Army, and may God strike me down were it to be otherwise.
We have to go - um - I'm having rather heavy period.
Oh Lord, please don't burn us; Don't grill or toast your flock; Don't put us on the barbecue; Or simmer us in stock; Don't braise or bake or boil us; Or stir-fry us in a wok; Oh please don't lightly poach us; Or baste us with hot fat; Don't fricassee or roast us; Or boil us in a vat; And please don't stick thy servants Lord
Yeah I think most of them do.
I killed fifteen of those buggers. Now, at home they'd hang me,
Oh, I'm sorry, sir... We *do* have one today that's not on the menu. It's a sort of... er... speciality of the house:
Is there something YOU'D all rather be doing than marching about the square? You'd all rather be at the pictures, I suppose.
Every sperm is sacred; Every sperm is great; If a sperm is wasted
Is it a boy or a girl?
Now two boys have been found rubbing linseed oil into the school cormorant. Now some of you may feel that the cormorant does not play an important part in the life of the school, but I would remind you that it was presented to us by the corporation of the Town of Sudbury to commemorate Empire Day, when we try to remember the names of all those from the Sudbury area who so gallantly gave their lives to keep China British. So from now on, the cormorant is strictly OUT OF BOUNDS. Oh and Jenkins?
Ah, any headache? Bowels all right? Hm. Well, let's have a look at this 'one leg' of yours, then, eh? Yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes, yes...
Et maintenant, would monsieur care for an aperitif, or would he prefer to order straightaway? Today, we have for appetizers - excuse me - uh, moules marinières, pâte de foie gras, beluga caviar, eggs Benedictine, tarte de poireaux - that's leek tart - frogs legs amandine or oeufs de caille Richard Shepherd - C'est à dire, little quails' eggs on a bed of pureed mushrooms. It's very delicate, very succulent.