Mr. Humphries: [reading Mr. Kato's palm] Cross means crash. Mr. Kato: Please? Mr. Humphries: Cross means crash. Mr. Kato: Please? Mr. Humphries: Closs mean clash! Mr. Kato: Oh! [pause] Mr. Kato: Me no need clash; me got cledit card!
(In 1972, racism was yet to be invented)
Mrs. Slocombe: [removes her gas mask] What about this fog! My pussy's been gasping all night
Ah, I see. When Mrs Slocombe was talking about her pussy she was in actual fact referring to her cat and not her fanny. I just got that joke. These scriptwriters, eh?
28/06/35 - 8/03/07
Mr. Humphries: [reading Mr. Kato's palm] Cross means crash.
ReplyDeleteMr. Kato: Please?
Mr. Humphries: Cross means crash.
Mr. Kato: Please?
Mr. Humphries: Closs mean clash!
Mr. Kato: Oh!
[pause]
Mr. Kato: Me no need clash; me got cledit card!
(In 1972, racism was yet to be invented)
Mrs. Slocombe: [removes her gas mask] What about this fog! My pussy's been gasping all night
Ah, I see. When Mrs Slocombe was talking about her pussy she was in actual fact referring to her cat and not her fanny. I just got that joke. These scriptwriters, eh?
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