1. .. with the most beautiful woman
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Yeah, all right, all right.
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boy-girl, boy-girl.
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- It's meant to go boy-girl, boy-girl.
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- In faith,
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Miss Bennet, would make for quite...
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I assure you, it gives me no pleasure.
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a proper drink at the end of a race?
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isotonic drink.
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with their water!
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then dehydrates it again at the same time.
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107. Mr and Mrs Mountjoy are my servants
and they arranged this encounter.
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- Meeting, good one.
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to the pole.
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out of the walls!
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whose toothy fake smile
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plaque of death
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subprime mortgages,
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the darkest cavities of our despair
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any gold fillings
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peppermint-flavoured antifreeze?
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of me, Sir Digby Chicken Caesar.
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we could have just swiped some money.
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- Better.
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- Second prize, TWO weeks in Blackpool.
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- Yeah, Brendan Foster.
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famous than Brendan Foster.
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- Oh, er...
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- No, better.
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Oh, God, Prince Charles!
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We've got the bloody Queen.
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in the service.
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- Yes.
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- Jimmy Carr was never like this.
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- Anne Robinson would have said it.
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- Ready there?
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- Yeah.
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Hennimore,
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resemblance to the Holy Father...
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here to my office to watch it at four.
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re-catholicisation of England could mean
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Ampleforth Rosary Supplies.
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my wife and I have recently completed
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for our sexual therapist, John,
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about five to four to pick it up,
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- Will do, sir.
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identical canisters of film are labelled,
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from my meeting. What the...?
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on the phone, sir.
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stronger than tea from now on.
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I'd forgotten how nice it tastes.
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here to see you again.
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We've traced your family.
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- Yes. Alice is 12 now.
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and settled into that job,
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- 6.99, please.
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- Cheers.
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- You've earned it, Guy.
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- Will do.
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Well, good luck with that, Guy.
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- Thanks.
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Ginger II.
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We've traced your family.
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Yes. Alice is 12 now.
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- We could say we lost track of time.
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- Control yourself, man!
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cooked, perhaps with these butter beans.
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- We are Englishmen, not animals.
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to the English celebrational calendar.
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batter weeks before Shrove Tuesday.
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- It wasn't my idea.
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a little chocolate Father Christmas
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- What is it? Tell me this instant!
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425. .. that was to be the nose
for my snowman.
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