I think she's a great choice for Paul. I think marriage is stupid, but not everybody is as wise as I am. She seems very nice. I like her so much better than that second wife. All in all, I wish them the best. He certainly deserves it, and she does, too. I was a bit apprehensive at first, only because I kept reading John Cleese was getting married, and then Paul was getting married, and I put two and two together and thought, dear Lord! Are they marrying each other? Which one would I cheer for? Oh yes, it would be Paul. Sorry, Mr. Cleese, but Paul will always come first. But you are in the top fifty, and that's very, very cool. Okay, you're second place. Stop twisting my arm.
Be gracious, Fanny. Your passive-agressiveness is showing. Now, please apologize to Mr. Cleese. This is his home and as SOUTHENERS we must be polite. No, put the knife down and walk away slowly. Do not look down. Everything will be o'k.
* all right men. Bring the jacket but do not let her see the straps.
I ain't apologizing for SHIT! hahahaha. Believe me, he wouldn't want this butt. Then again....oh well,if I can't have Paul, then here. Here Mr. Cleese. Here is my butt. (!) It's all yours. Four years of operations, and two years of hormone pills. I am no longer a man. I am no longer a mammal, either, in fact, I no longer have a butt on my butt. It's on my shoulders. I've become a fish, a fish called Wander. I need a margarita. I shall return later.
I haven't had anything to drink. I realized I still have work tomorrow. Have to wait until the weekend. Why can't I be self-employed? I would be so good to myself.
So whatever about JC, let's get back to this Paul thing. So he's like REALLY gettng married, or just really getting engaged? I hope he's really getting married, because every time you turn on the television, there he'd be, just singing his little heart out. But JC, on the other hand, he's always getting engaged, and then something happens, like Michael Winner gets out there in a referee outfit, or Michael Palin says look she's taller than you. No, it just doesn't work out. I think it has to do with money. We should set up a collection, Zelda. We go into Alice's house and we start collecting, vcr's, tv's, cameras, jewelry, and sell them at street value. We give the money to JC. He takes the money and finds himself a mentally nonfunctional prostitute. His money is safe. Happy ending!
We'll pre-record the conversation. On Mondays it will be about the weather. On Tuesdays will be parts of the body that hurt. Wednesday has got to be about television programs. Thursdays recordings will be shopping lists. Friday is let's take a nap and not talk at all thank you.
What the hell kind of marriage are you talking about???? Get down on the ground? You are my wife now? What the fucking hell? Here, honey, put this on, I know it's all one color but you won't have to shave your legs again for the public!
ummmmmmmm I'm going on about that marriage is just a bunch of stupid idiotic restraints on what would be a decent life except that ummmmmmmm what do you mean what am I going on about?
There should be a time limit on those things, too. Like after five years you can opt out automatically. Hell, make it two. Two years. In two years you can automatically be freed, or sign on for another two years with extra pay.