Sir Beldevere: What makes you think she's a witch? Peasant 3: Well, she turned me into a newt! Sir Beldevere: A newt? Peasant 3: [meekly after a long pause] ... I got better. Crowd: [shouts] Burn her anyway!
Stormy in love, stormy in interviews, breakfast in bed - that's me, love.
John Howard Davies was not a very human person... if you made a mistake of any kind, any sort of pause in speech, he would treat you rather as if he was a schoolmaster.
Dressing up as decrepit old ladies, and even decrepit young ladies, was one of our staples.
There is no cannibalism in the British navy, absolutely none, and when I say none, I mean there is a certain amount.
I can't talk to a man who bears an undeserved animosity towards ferrets.