We come from nothing, we are going back to nothing-In the end what have we lost? Nothing!

She turned me into a newt. ... But I got better.

In 1945, peace broke out. It was the end of the Joke. Joke warfare was banned at a special session of the Geneva Convention, and in 1950 the last remaining copy of the joke was laid to rest here in the Berkshire countryside, never to be told again.

We don't deliberately set out to offend. Unless we feel it's justified.

We come from nothing, we are going back to nothing-In the end what have we lost? Nothing!

My philosophy, like color television, is all there in black and white.

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...