Nightingales

Carter

Bell

Sarge

There was a fourth guard called Mr Smith who was a corpse sitting in the office. He had died three years before and the rest of the guards were dividing up his pay packet.

Sarge: Is anybody there?

Carter: [wistfully] I wonder what the Pope is doing tonight.

Carter: Look at that time we tried to teach a goat to ride a bicycle... Because it couldn't change gear properly we lost heart, didn't we?