Oh, how can I forget it, sir?! I compared it to a foolish aged blubbery fish! I said she was a- A simple-minded, scaly old piscine! I intimated she was an ugly, lungless marine animal with galloping senility! A putrid, amphibious, gill-breather with- with- with less brains than a mollusc!
Forget it! Freeze. Ah, there she is. Magnificent woman. Very prim, very proper. Some thought austere. Some took her for cold, thought she was aloof. No, not a bit of it. She just despised idiots, no time for fools. Tragic really, otherwise we'd have got on famously.
Well, if you'll excuse me sir, I'll go now. This is very clearly a private family moment. I've no fish to embarass you further, I'll let myself trout. [beat] OH SIR, I'M SO-
Erm, I think we're losing sight of the real issue here, which is: what are we gonna call ourselves? Erm, and I think it comes down to a choice between "The League Against Salivating Monsters" or my own personal preference, which is "The Committee for the Liberation and Integration of Terrifying Organisms and their Rehabilitation Into Society." Erm, one drawback with that: the abbreviation is "CLITORIS."
The time for talking is over. Now call it extreme if you like, but I propose we hit it hard and we hit it fast, with a major, and I mean major, leaflet campaign.
Well yes, I have actually, Arnold. Why don't we go down to the ammunition stores, get a nuclear warhead and then strap one to my head! I'll nut the smegger to oblivion!
I'm gonna rip out its windpipe and beat it to death with the tonsil end! I'm gonna stick my fist so far down its gob I'll be able to pull the label off its underpants!
