Imply that my sanity is not up to scratch, or indeed to deny the Look, if you intend by that utilization of an obscure colloquiallism to I promise you that there is no such thing: you don't need one. Now, are you going to give me a fish license?
There's nothing so odd about that: Kemal Ataturk had an entire menagerie The man said that their equipment could pinpointĪ purr at four hundred yards! And Eric, being such a happy cat, was a The cat detector van from the Ministry of Housinge. Look, it's people like you what cause unrest.
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This is a dog license with the word 'dog' crossed out and 'cat' written I bleeding got one, look! What's that then? There's no such thing as a bloody cat license. Look, it's a bleeding pet, isn't it? I've got a license for me pet dogĮric, and I've got a license for me pet cat Eric. Recherche du temps perdu' a looney, I shall have to ask you to step outside! Marcel Proust had an haddock! So, if you're calling the author of 'A la The late Chancellor, Allan Bullock has two pikes, both called Chris, and
Has a pet prawn called Simon - you wouldn't call him a looney - furthermore,ĭawn Pailthorpe, the lady show-jumper, had a clam, called Stafford, after I am not a looney! Why should I be attired with the epithet looney merelyīecause I have a pet halibut? I've heard tell that Sir Gerald Nabardo No no no, my fish's name is Eric, Eric the fish. Hello, I would like to buy a fish license, please. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help! Help! I'm being repressed! I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'dĪh, now we see the violence inherent in the system. Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! Power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major. by a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs. but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the Oh, there you go bringing class into it again. We're living in a dictatorship: a self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes. I thought we were an autonomous collective. How do you do, good lady? I am Arthur, King of the Britons. If there's ever going to be any progressĭennis, there's some lovely filth down here. And how d'you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! By 'anging on to outdated imperialistĭogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. What I object to is that you automatically treat me like an inferior! I did say 'sorry' about the 'old woman', but from the behind you looked. Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you? Well, I didn't know you were called 'Dennis'. What knight lives in that castle over there? This is background, it's important material, and it's new, it's a totally new link, they won't understand a word of it, you know, if you fade me out now. The year is." Hang on, hang on, wait, look, we gotta sort this out. in Sumeria, yes absolutely, but I didn't say "The place is Sumeria. No, it's not an aeroplane, it's 787, the year! written on Letts Schoolboy's Diary, I mean no one is going to say on new years eve "Welcome to 1988 A.D." It's 787. I Bet You They Won't Play This Song On The Radio Monty Python's The Final Rip-Off Monty Python's The Final Rip-Off
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