Henning von Roeder wrote:
actually i wa snot, and ..computer driving license sounds quite as
silly to me as early childhood development
Neddie: Up, up, and away!
GRAM: Sound of high-performance engine and tires squealing.
F/X: Police siren:
GRAM: Brakes squeal.
Grytpype-Thynne: Now, sir, what have we here?
Neddie: Good day, constable! What seems to be the problem?
Grytpype-Thynne: Is this your computer, sir?
Moriarty: Yes, is this your computer?
Neddie: Yes, constables. I just purchased it from this gentleman.
Eccles: Hello!
Grytpype-Thynne: Well, sir, do you know how fast you were going?
Eccles: Oh, the big hand was on the eighty-five....
Neddie: Shut up, Eccles!
Eccles: Shut up, Eccles!
Neddie: Shut up, Eccles!
Eccles: Shut up, Eccles!
F/X: Sound of gunshot
Neddie: I had to do it. He was holding up the plot.
Grytpype-Thynne: Yes. Well, sir, I'm afraid we clocked you at forty-two
gigahertz.
Neddie: Just a minute! Forty-two? Isn't that a joke from a show that
doesn't exist yet?
Moriarty: The Hooch-hiker's Geed to the Gelexy?
Wallace Greenslade: And now, before we slide entirely into an episode of
"'Allo! 'Allo!" (which also doesn't exist yet), here's Max Geldray!
--
John "unusually clever for a Yank" Kennedy
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