Oh, Don't be such a BABY! Dip, Dip, Dip, My little ship, sails on the ocean you are... no, no this is not working out, I must have skipped a Dip or something. It's just a flesh wound! Look you stupid Bastard, you got no arms left. Yes I have! Look! Are you proposing that we eat my mother?!?! Well, Yeah.... Not Raw, though! We'd cook her first! A few French fries a bit of broccoli, She'd be delicious. Look, you can't expect to wield supreme executive power, just because some watery tart threw a sword at you. Look, strange women lying in ponds, distributing swords is no basis for system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. If I went 'round, saying I was an Emperor just because some Moisten Bink had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away for sure! Help, Help, I'm being repressed! Brother Maynard, Bring up the Holy Hangrenade! Well, look, he wouldn't bother to carve, AAAHHHHGGGGG! If he was dying, he'd just say it! The Universe we know keeps on Expanding, and Expanding... Can we have your liver, then? Yeah, Awright. Oh, Fishie, Fishie, Fishie, Fish... That went, where ever IIIII did go. But more interesting is the, uh, uh, mollusc's, uh, Sex life! Ooo! Albatross! I chop down trees, I skip and jump, I like to press wild flowers... I put on women's clothing and hang around in bars! There's another dead Bishop on the landing! Blessed are the Cheese Makers, what's so special about them? Well, look, it's obviously not meant to mean the cheese makers, but rather all producers of dairy products in general. Shut up, Big Nose! Crucifixion? Good, Line on the left, one cross each please. You lucky Bastard. Alms for an Ex-Lepper. Camelot! Camelot! Camelot! (It's only a model) shhhh. RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY! We've found a witch, may we burn her.. How do you know she is a witch? Well, she looks like one! I'd like to have an argument, please... Look, matey, I know a dead parrot when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now... No, No, He's probably Pining for the Fiords. Well, of course he was nailed there, otherwise he'd walked right up to bars, bent em apart with his little beak, and VVVOOOMMM! Look, matey, this Bird wouldn't VVVOOOOMMMM if you put 4 million volts through it. All those who don't want to stay here -- and shoot themselves -- raise both their arms! Should we try one potato, two potato, sir? Don't be childish, Jenkins, no I think Fisties would be best. Now what's this, Stone, Stone, Stone, Scissors... now, Scissors cut everything don't they? Not stone, sir. They're very good Scissors. Don't you even take the bones out?! If I took the bones out, It wouldn't be crunchy, now, would it? Captain Nick was a rough, tough sailor who loved the sailing and the sea, and he loved to hang out on the parts of the docks where the men dressed as ladies... And now, for something completely different. Ah, Yes... His Head's been ripped off. And now the sound of John Denver being strangled: 'You came on my pillow... WWWAAAAHHHHGGGGGG' And now... The Fish Slapping Dance. Are you the Brain Specialist? No. No I am not the Brain Specialist, No I am not. Yes! Yes I am. My Brain hurts. Gloves. Glasses. Handkerchief. Mustache. I'M GOING TO OPERATE! Hello?! OOPPS! WE FORGOT THE ANESTHETIC! ANESTHETIC! Apparently something came in last night and made off with his leg. Does it hurt? Oh, It stings a bit. My Head is stuck in the cupboard! Biggles the Magic Pixie went to his friend Dulna's house looking for her. He couldn't find her in the front room, so he went searching from room to room until, finding her in the bedroom, he laid her down, began tearing her clothes.. Mr. Pugly owned a small shop at the base of the magic oak tree by the Tum Tum bush, where he sold birth control devices to all the forest animals... ...French Ticklers?! ...WITH A MELON?! +++++ +++++ +++++ +++++ These lines with the Pluses are important. They signal to the compiler that that is the end of the list. Anything below them (like this), is ignored.