Camelot is a silly place.

Oh Lord please don't burn us don't kill or toast your flock. Don't put us on the barbecue or simmer us in stock. Don't bake or baste or boil us or stir-fry us in a wok.

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

I fart in your general direction.

A murderer is only an extroverted suicide.

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.

Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition.