There is a certain righteous symmetry to the image of said thrashing which is curiously appealing. I hope that the Micro-nauts are not considered 'minor' (excepting of course their size) and will therefore be graced with a complete film? Such is the epic scope of their narrative that a short production could not be…

That practically unclad young men and woman engaged in congress with menacing, animalistic albinos might excite the prurient interest of the Americas is of no surprise whatsoever. With respect and sadness I must observe that your culture wants for discipline.

I share the frustration of the eminent Mr. Boy with the accomplished gentleman to whom he refers. Leave off with your endless dithering and apply yourselves to completion of the wretched productions, I say! Be a man, Mr. J. Be a man!

One would hope the poor girl intends to pursue a marriageable prospect instead of flaunting herself further on the stage. Further she should leave productions requiring one ape the opposite gender to those homely enough to carry off the imitation.

Your observation is quite correct. I feel quite gay this evening.

Though I cannot agree with the invective of these, my fellow commentators, I must admit I share entirely in their sentiments. And so good sir, in the spirit of the above admonishments, allow me to recommend that you swallow molten pig iron until you are made to burst.

(Pretends not to watch, blushing furiously)

In my experience acids are packaged in small ceramic jars which strongly resemble pepper-shakers, as my poor husband learned shortly before the first of many visits he has since made to the Surgery.

By the Sacred Dominion, that voice!

(Whispering) The man is ill, Mr. Teddy. Pray do not draw his attention to his recent illness, for that only stirs the waters a second time.

I, for one, can claim no overlord at all, sir. Well, except perhaps for the Queen, God bless Her. And my dear husband, of course. And my father, when his wits are about him. And now and for all time, the green and pleasant land of England.
Beyond these, I am quite at my liberty.

Oh no please, my nerves are simply not the equal of… of…

Hmm… actually sir, according to every periodical on the subject I have read, it is not.

Are you perchance available by special appointment, should someone of means have a particularly tenacious sense of optimism in need of correction? You need not even dispatch it into eternity- a light bludgeoning, perhaps? I am quite willing to be flexible.

(Quietly gets up and leaves the room)

How wonderful to see more women entering the arts! There is nothing more infuriating to the loathesome Tory than a capable maiden who can express herself intelligently, unless it is courtesy and help to the poor.
I myself have nearly completed a short adventure novel called 'Dandy-stick Dan, the Prancing Pugilist'. …

I myself enjoy a good Blackstone Bordeaux, which compares favourably to a Welsh claret.

Really? How frightfully interesting. What breed of dog does he… wait, in their what?!?

Now I will not say that British productions are naturally superior to those offered elsewhere, but… ah…
Hum! How curious! I cannot conceive of a way to accurately end the above sentence.

Thanks to Mr. Flu above, I am now blessed with the mental image of Mr. Brody, rendered quite pale with arsenic powder, looking down fondly but silently at a muscle-bound alien as it sleeps amidst the gory remnants of its trophies.