"Sharks are attracted to urine, so just pee on the other passengers."
"When men were men,
and women were often boys in drag."
"We need the good old traditional British diseases back"
"Death rates were over 100%, as the plague killed those compiling the statistics."
"Sponge off your relatives: I've wrung my folks, in strict rotation, 'til they squeaked."
"What larks we had! Roasted, with a side of green beans and potatoes."
"I've outlived several of my children; it's been open season on them from birth."
"Gold? Never base your currency on something other people can dig up."
"Shotguns or surnames, I prefer them double-barrelled."
"Seems he'd taken too much opium and ended up waxing a couple of cats."
"I have slipped beneath your sheets like an incubus."
"Fourteen. Men. Dead. He should've had the minibus serviced."
"Middle-class fear of embarrassment is the mother of invention."
"Johnny didn't have no problem with no Vietcong. Or no double-negatives."
"Iron-veined muscles throbbed beneath a coal-grey top-shirt."
"Break the ice in boring meetings with a short introductory rap."
"A secret supper!
He could already taste
the illicit fish fingers."
"It doesn't matter, groaned Emily, dyingly."
"Don't even try with sandals. They look like a shoe's ribs."
"He said I had a face like a fist and a voice like a fist at work."
"Is that a black tie, sir?
Go and get the colour chart, Nod."
"Skinny ain't exactly au-lait with the world of speculative fantasy."
"There's a good case for locking up anyone normal looking."
"Yeah. It's been praised for its really tense atmosphere."
"The man who sat beneath my brim
was just a sloppy reconstruction."
"We need to make suicide uncool.
That's where you come in."
"Justin's tooth sold for
four thousand dollars"
"Ms Streep phrased it as a statement rather than a question."
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