Nobody Expects The Spanish Inquisition.

We Found That We Didn't Have Much Problem With Him [j.c.], It Was His Followers We Found Questionable.

I'm Having Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Baked Beans, Spam, Spam And Spam!

She Turned Me Into A Newt. ... But I Got Better.

Mcgough: I'm Sorry. I'm Afraid I've Caught Poetry. Mr Bones: Oh Really? Well, Don't Worry, Sir - I Used To Suffer From Short Stories. Mcgough: Really? When? Mr Bones: Oh, Once Upon A Time...

I Don't Want To Talk To You No More, You Empty Headed Animal Food Trough Wiper. I Fart In Your General Direction. Your Mother Was A Hamster And Your Father Smelt Of Elderberries.