Social Satire Buffs Gifts

'She's so posh, she can make her wind sound like Verdi's 'Requiem'.'

"You know, there are other emojis."

Politically Correct Snowperson

"Brian's fine. He`s got his own coping mechanism."

A small number of people are afraid of heights, but there is an epidemic fear of widths.

'Of course the Johnsons got the big cloud.'

"I prefer 'prostitute'. 'Media whore' implies that I'm not getting paid."

The Vicar 's Invitation to Dinner.

In my day, they didn

"Only three hundred and sixty-seven followers? Maria's not an asset to the abbey."

Attack Of The Guy From The Other Room

'Next time you hear confession from that barmaid say, Tut-tut not COR.'

"I always wondered who got my transplant."

Children should be seen and not heard. We're decorative.

" ... and this is my wife - I'm legally obligated to tell you that."

'Oh no! The sharp elbowed middle class!'

'I'll have the Chairman-of-the-board Lunch, and Dexter here will have the Sissy's Salad.'

'I believe in the free enterprise system. I haven't paid for anything in the past 27 years...'

'I wonder if you'd go out with me. I've always wanted to go to couples therapy.'

"One trip to the dentist and look who's got the attitude!"

"You have to get up early tomorrow, too? We have so much in common!"

"Are you V.A.T. registered..?"

"Would you please sip your drink and not swill it!"

'Sorry I can't pay your pension until I see gray hair. . . Oh yes, and you also get disability.'

'Sorry, I only drink still wines. I don't have the patience to wait for bubbles to pop.'

"But how many followers do you have?"

"Hey, Gary. Lois wanted to know if you’re up for waiting forever for reheated leftovers and sipping warm mimosas intended to ease the pain of poor service amid a cacophony of idiot tourists and 20-year-olds... you know, brunch."

"I know I say it in every episode, Carson, but the world is changing and we have to change with it."

"Of course there are some advantages to working here...we have a Food Bank situated conveniently at the end of the street!"

'Uh oh. Wax moths! There goes the neighborhood.'

'Plastic surgeon' - 'Gift a give certificate to your ugly friends'

"Worm puree? No, it seems the old lady was sh*tfaced again last night!"

"I don’t remember there being a tip jar the last time we were here."

Al's Diner. No Tipping (wink, wink).

"Owww!! Yes, that hurts!"