My great grandfather had a parrot. They had to cover the cage when visitors called because of his bad language! Apparently two of his favourite sentences were "Who the he** is this!" and "Here's the bluddy priest!" I'll miss out the riper ones
I worked for a couple who had a parrot called Bert. They also had a poodle, Augustus. Bert used to whistle for Augustus. He'd come running and bounce up and down trying to work out who was whistling to him and why. Bert used to say "stupid effing dog". I'm not quite sure how he learnt that one but he'd never say "stupid effing dog" without the whistling palaver first.
When I used to go in and ask if anyone had anything for the post at the end of the day Bert used to say " hurry, hurry, last post, bloody postman won't wait". Mind you he would say that at random.