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The same! We are the keepers of the sacred words: Nee, Pang, and Xana-du!

A TIGER??? In Chicago?

Yes, tonight "Video Vertigo" takes a look at crime. Is it true that the police are using dachshunds to combat the crime wave? And can the head of the Vice Squad turn himself into an albatross whenever he wants to? Just what are the police up to?

RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!!!

I'll offer you a poke in the eye. A punch in the throat.

Yes, I'm really very ashamed of myself, I can only say it won't happen again. To have murdered so many people in such a short space of time is really awful.

Yes, well, that's the sort of blinkered, philistine pig ignorance I've come to expect from you non-creative garbage. You sit there on your loathsome, spotty behinds squeezing blackheads!

Yes, there's a lot of it about. Probably a virus. Uh, keep warm, plenty of rest, and if you're playing football or anything, try and favor the other leg.

Mash the dirty red scum! Kick 'em in the teeth where it hurts!

Yes, flowers could do with a drop of rain though, eh?

I'm thirty seven -- I'm not old!

This week on "How To Do It" we're going to show you how to play the flute, how to split an atom, and how to construct a box girder bridge.

All right my posture is bad, all right I slump in my chair. But I've had more women than either of you two!

Behind me you can hear the thud of mortar and the high-pitched whine of rockets, but whatever their political inclinations these Bolivians are all keen users of storage jars.

Predictable, really I suppose. It was an act of pure optimism to have posed the question in the first place.

That man was a successful encyclopedia salesman. But not all encyclopedia salesmen are successful. Here is an unsuccessful encyclopedia salesman.

Welcome to another edition of "Blood Devastation Death War and Horror", and later on we'll be meeting a man who does gardening.

Pretty begonias, irises, freesias and chrysanthemums, then arrange them -- NICELY -- in a vase! OOH! Get in! Get in! Get in!

Far from it, in fact I have something of a reputation as an after-dinner speaker, if you get my meaning.

At 7:00 Ken gets up, he has a quick shower, a rub-down, gets into his track-suit, and goes back to bed again.

Well, it doesn't matter. Will you go and tell your master that Arthur from the Court of Camelot is here.

Mr. Blackhawk, do you think there is any relevance in questioning the deceased? I mean, your witness is dead.

Yes, like that super time I wore that striped robe in the Magistrates Court.

Shut your noise, you. And get that suit on!

Button your lip, you ratbag!