Trident
‘Get the nuclear codes in case Nicola Sturgeon tries to wipe us out.’

‘Get the nuclear codes in case Nicola Sturgeon tries to wipe us out.’
‘Tooth fairy?! I want a visit from the lip-filler fairy!’
‘Of course, it doesn’t make any sense since the election pledges wore off.’
‘I guess you know why I’m here?’
‘I don’t mind a bit of role-play, but I absolutely refuse to dress up as Nicola Sturgeon.’
‘What are the kids up to? I can’t find them on here anywhere…’
‘We’re just practising.’
‘Some politician, dog bit him while canvassing… make sure he waits at least five hours.’
‘Oh God, it’s that luvvie again.’
‘I can’t decide — these pencils are all as stubby as each other.’
‘…and we believe that each of us has an angel that looks after us.’
‘My son? Oh, I’m afraid he’s no longer with us.’
‘You can have one of my kitchens!’
‘It’ll never last.’
‘I say, didn’t you used to be A.P. McCoy?’
‘It’s how my beautiful assistant would have wanted it.’
‘I preferred him when he just had a hammer.’
‘The gods are unfriending us on Facebook tonight.’