Met the mayor

He's the one!

Burying the cat.

Down the loo.

Notice they do not so much fly as plummet.

mr. chigger, so you want to learn to fly.

i am not on a wire; i am flying.

in the foot of the magic oak tree by the wobbly dum-dum bush

Setting down in the evening to do the accounts

Until the beaks stuck out through the stomach walls.

And the goldfish, the goldfish, they've got whooping cough.

And shove them off the face of the earth.

There was light at the end of the tunnel

To the effect that the balance of imports situation

Owing to the rigorous bite of the income tax

No, it's just the incidental music for the scene.

from the planet skyron in the galaxy of andromeda.

Trying to get the rights of the pelote rules

All rose to the challenge of the mighty ocean.

Except for the intestines and bits of the bottom.