Back after Labour Day!
Bandit: Bandit is willing!
Dickens: Bandit is fixed!
Shakespeare: If music be the food of love, play on!
Bandit: Purr, purr, purr
Tolstoy: Why do fate and destiny place such restrictions upon my freedom?
Ladycat: Even a cat may look at a Tsar.
Virginia: What ho!
Ladycat: I beg your pardon, strumpet!
Bandit: I don’t think anyone could actually live in a nutshell
Shakespeare: There are more things in heaven and earth, furball, than are dreamt of in your philosophy
Boots: What is the secret of great writing?
Dickens: “I” before “C” except after “E”. Or something of that sort.
Bandit: Invade Ukraine? Again?
Tolstoy: Stick with a winning formula.
Virginia: Lytton Strachey has lost his youth
Boots: Lytton should have treated him better
Bandit: All that litter is not gold!