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| At the Dentist's |
| Your teeth are fine. |
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But your daugh- ter's dead. |
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| Bearding a Merry Outlaw |
| Ha ha! Well done, my worthy adversary. |
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Right, shoot him and burn the body. |
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| Defying the Storm |
| Ar-har! Har hargle har! Ar-harrr! |
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I have no idea how to drive this thing. |
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| The Face at the Window |
| Ha ha! It's only me. |
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Now open the airlock. |
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| Dance, Little Puppet, Dance |
| Hup - ho - hey - ha! |
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It's no good, it needs a fresh soul. |
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| Dear Old Cook |
| 'Tis the baby's favourite, m'm. |
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Pop him in. |
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| A Boyish Pursuit |
| Hurrah! Hurray! Wizard! |
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Gosh, it's fun to burn things. |
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| The Motorcyclists |
| Your go next, Stiggins. |
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Let's play Lawr- ence of Arabia. |
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| The Creeping Disquiet |
| I am a whimsical fiction. |
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I see you, reader. |
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| The Memento |
| A perma- nent reminder of my dear one. |
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Ugh. |
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| The Invisible Ray |
| It works! |
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Where the hell am I? |
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| Baby's First Portrait |
| Watch the birdie! |
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Or follow my voice if it's taken both eyes. |
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| Good Evening |
| Might I trouble you for a glass of water? |
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Only my wife is alight. |
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| The Tiniest Cricketer Gets His Chance |
"Christ's soupy beard." |
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| Meeting the Neighbours |
"Good lord! (Choke.) The working class!" |
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| His Preparations Begin |
"Give me every toy in the shop. Hurry - I'm on a deadline." |
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| 70... 80... 92mph |
"Well, this is going to end badly." |
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| The Flying Tramp |
"Up, up and away!" |
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| Stand and Deliver! |
"You wouldn't be escaping so easily if I had a brace of pistols instead of this stick." |
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| A Trip to the Theatre |
| That's your cape straight, wife. |
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Now to strangle you for the inherit- ance. |
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| A Brisk Walk |
| Splendid, dignified exercise. |
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Ah! Another town for my plague. |
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| A Medical Inspection |
| Your hearing is perfect. |
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But you have cancer. Of the head. |
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| My Misunderstanding |
That's right, I
did say my dog doesn't bite. |
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But, you see, I'm a maniac. |
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| Their Master Rethinks His Budget |
| You're saved from the glue factory. |
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Let's get you home to trample my child. |
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| The Zookeeper's Demonstration |
| See how my anklet saves me. |
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Yes, I concede a gaun- tlet would be better. |
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| The Governor's Dinner |
| I must leave: I've an execu- tion to stop. |
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Ooo, flan. |
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| An Entertaining Accessory |
| Peep! Honk! Haha! Phweep! |
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Anyway, up on to the gallows, please. |
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| His House Call |
| Fireman! |
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I've come
to drown you. |
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| Beep, Beep |
| Well driven, Mr Perkins. |
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Back up, he's still moving. |
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| Contemplating the Heavens |
| This spy- glass reveals each detail of the Lord's magnif- icent majesty. |
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Though perhaps my starting at noon was a mistake. |
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| His View Of The Gorge |
| Splendid. Simply breath- taking. |
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And she's still not yet hit the bottom. |
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| A Fairy-Tale Ending |
| Your carriage awaits, milady. |
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Well, you're the one casting spells on house- hold vermin, yer fat taffeta majesty. |
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