The Tudors, I Don't Even Know If

It Is Hard Eating A Little Kangaroo Knob.

I Know Who I Am. Bloody Hell, I'm Getting Enough Bills For Karl Pilkington So I Hope I Am Him, 'cos If I'm Not, I Have No Idea Who I'm Paying For

I Mean, I Don't Really Go Out At Night In Terms Of Noisy, Busy Places; I Prefer More Of A Quiet Corner Somewhere.

Parrots Have Gone A Bit Quiet Since Pirates Have Gone.

If Dracula Can’t See His Reflection, How Come His Parting’s Always Neat?