The New Statesman Quotes

Alan: Why should we, the country that produced Shakespeare, Christopher Wren, and those are just the people on our banknotes for Christ's sake, cower down to the countries that produced Hitler, Napoleon, the Mafia, and the the the, the the the, the the the Smurfs!

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Alan: You're having an affair with him, aren't you?
Sarah: Of course I'm not, Alan. I mean he's fat and flabby, and, uh, he's got horrible greasy hair!
Alan: Didn't stop you with Nigel Lawson, did it?

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Judge: [Banging his gavel] Silence in court! [Looks up from his papers and sees Piers trying unsuccessfully to sneak in]
Judge: Mr. Fletcher-Dervish, I presume?
Piers Fletcher-Dervish: [Nervously] I pray the court's indulgence, my lord. My train was hijacked by irate commuters and I was taken to Cop Foster's against my will. Have I missed much?
Judge: Not as much as you're going to miss. I fine you one thousand guineas for contempt of court. Well, I think this is a suitable place to adjourn proceedings for this afternoon, as I have tickets for the lady's semi-finals at Wimbledon. Usher, the pictures please. [Takes a look at the pictures, gets a big smile on his face, and quickly puts the papers away]

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Sarah: Where did you spend last night?
Alan: I had an all night sitting.
Sarah: Oh, I hope you didn't suffocate the poor girl!

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