Many People Die Of Thirst But The

To Harry Secombe: I Hope You Die First As I Don't Want You Singing At My Funeral.

We Were Making Love In The Back Of A Truck And We Got Carried Away.

General: Where Are You From? Spike: London. General: Which Part? Spike: ... Well, All Of Me.

Render Any Politician Down And There's Enough Fat To Fry An Egg.

We Haven't Got A Plan So Nothing Can Go Wrong!