Mrs. Slocombe: You know, there's only two things I like about Germany: Curt Jurgens and Gorgonzola."
Miss Brahms: Gorgonzola isn't German!
Mrs. Slocombe: Oh. Then there's only one thing I like... No! I tell a lie. I like Irving Berlin!
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Mr. Lucas: Here, listen to this, you'll never guess what the German for "cuff links" is.
Mr. Humphries: What?
Mr. Lucas: Manschettenknopf.
Mr. Humphries: I don't expect they'll sell any with a name like that.
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Mrs. Slocombe: How are you today, Mr. Humphries?
Mr. Humphries: Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, Mrs. Slocombe.
Mrs. Slocombe: *gasps* You've brought on my dream! Last night I dreamed that you were Squirrel Nutkin and I was a little lady squirrel. And you built your house half way up an oak tree.
Mr. Humphries: Was it thatched in dandelion leaves?
Mrs. Slocombe: *gasps again* How'd you guess?
Mr. Humphries: I never use anything else!
Mrs. Slocombe: Well, anyway, I climbed up your tree and I knocked on your little door, only you pretended you weren't in, so I had to kick it down. And there you were, hiding behind your acorns. What do you suppose that means?
Mr. Humphries: It means that I'll have to build it a good size higher next year.
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Mrs Slocombe: Would you like my pump up your proboscis?
Mr Harman: Are you trying to put the wind up me?
