Filthy!!! |
He was worried. |
Now here's some special choccy bits. |
Woman stays in the cave, |
What have you been doing to Rosie? |
You don't deserve milk! |
Did you drink Rosie's orange Juice? |
Look who's watching you!!!! |
Was that a little Laugh? |
This is Horrible! |
The silent patron |
Who were you trying to phone? |
Can I get you another? |
Ah waitress, we want the same again here |
It's a per-ticu-lerely nice room |
You said in the foyer! |
Who's your friend? |
I don't know why you wanted to come to this place anyway. |
Well, Simon said it was nice. |
Paula, Here's the key to two-four-nine! |
Would you, Madam, or yourself care |
. . . tournedos a la Crowne- whatever that may be . . . |
I mean, you're the one that went off on holiday. |
I didn't know they were going to be here. |
I thought you went there to work |
He probably has some little Italian senora lined up there. |
I spent three weeks with Donald Pearce |
Runner beans for you, Sir? |
I'll kill her when I see her. |
Don't you care anything for me? |
Oh golly. Councillor Pearce |
. . . have a go at bowling for the pig . . . |
Community humming, I like that! |
It's frightfully urgent. |
It does seem terribly as if perhaps I might be pregnant |
What's Stewart going to say when he finds out? |
. . . in front of all my cubs!!! |
Turn it off!!! |
Four acres!!! Four acres!!! |
I don't drink!! You know I never drink! |
Were you aware that your ill-tidings were being broadcast abroad? |
The Pout-Meister |
Go to hell, Gosforth! |
And to you, old boy! |
Cookies! |
I finished up in a plowed field! |
Stewart! |
Birds in the wilderness! |
Shake your bushy tail! |
I can't turn off the tap! |
Kindly do not molest me you adulterer! |
Electrocution! |
Electrocution redux! |
There's going to be a slight alteration in our schedule! |
Ernest Sleeping |
Student I Bet. You Look like a student. |
I have, for example, one of the biggest collection of |
And you don't get that by sitting on your butt all day. |
People. I'm a collector of people. |
Every time he loses his temper he . . . I mean there's no excuse. |
Sometimes I just want to jump down a deep hole and forget it. |
I mean, we all got troubles no doubt. |
I always think it's a bit like woodworm. |
I suppose I should call the police- |
I love dogs, you see and he would never- |
Thinks every man's after her- |
That's why I'm in the park. |
Shut your eyes in the country- |