the end of eddie

"eddie won't be back around any time soon"
"you mean he's done for, a goner, a goniff, he has had the course?"
"that is correct, luv."

the assault

"quickly, men !' the major looked back,waited for the platoon to catch up.
captain harsdale came wheezing up the hill.
" get yourself in better kit, captain. but you did well, very well to inform me of this situation. now let's move, we can't wait all night on this rascal."

outside

"leave me alone, you lascivious lobo!", cried little lil.

in the mist

"perhaps you gentlemen remember the raj"

the prize

"go for it,george!", cried colonel granger. 'you've got it in the bag!"

the roaring fire

"did you ring, sir?"
"of course i rang, whitcomb, who the devil else would have rung?"
'and what would you like,sir?"
'i'd like to be prime minister."
"let me rephrase that,sir, what can i get for you at this very moment?"
"the fire down below"

the celebration

"yippee! yippee!" young mrs chandler danced wildly around the room.
mrs harker smiled tolerantly. "it is a very special day."

it begins

"zeppelins have been spotted over paris, sir"
general marchand lit a cigarette.
"very well, clear the area"

the end times

"so these are the sort of fellows they bring me, - that they expect me to defend an empire with." darl krogar muttered. "you , what sort are you?"
"the sort of fellow who goes into the lane, stops and pops,sir"
" and you?"
"i do my best work in the paint, boss"

23 wazoo

"surely you fellows are familiar with the magical properties of the number 23?"
major baxter stirred in his armchair. " a load of rubbish!"

frank's return

"but i thought frank was gone' geoffrey shook his head.
"claudio just won't give up. he's got the media all stirred up again"
'we have to move on. i can't be bothered with frank"
'you have to give me some help"
'amanda, just do your job'.

albert's new friend - or toy

"come here, albert. look at this."
"what is it?"
" a creature.'
"can i do anything i want with it?"
'yes, but you'll have to pay a tax.'

mysterious disappearance of frank

"frank's not here, he hasn't been here for over twenty years."
geoffrey put down the phone. he looked dispensive.
"who was that?", hildegarde asked smartly.
"frank's old lover boy. he just doesn't give up, does he?"
"that clock - it isn't really quartz - it's ormolu,"

happy guy