So, I make a loud noise and they run towards the guys with the shotguns, right?

How can you expect me to out in this weather? I'll get soaked.

I don't care! Bleat as much as you like! Nobody's going back to the pen until we've mastered this Busby Berkeley routine! OK, from the top, and this time keep in step!!

Shit! The sky's red! Must be a nuclear attack! Duck, everyone!

"WOLF! WOLF! Ha Ha, just kidding."

If I bring my cape, could I be a shepherd spy? No? Oh sorry... I'll get me coat...

I think we need another job.

Spooky. That was the one I was thinking of as well.

"In this my eleventh Budget, my report to the country is of rising employment and rising investment; continuing low inflation, and low interest and mortgage rates . . ."

"What a lovely audience you are but first let us pray to God the All Mighty. Father bless this place and ..."

So, what about cancer? One little cell screws up, and then boom!, they're all at it. I mean, what's with that? It's like you got a bunch of little sheep cells there in your body 'Baaaah, baaaaah, metaaaaastaaaaasize. And have you noticed how funny people behave when they get cancer in their brain...