I automatically think of Monty Python whenever I feed my goldfish a really good meal.
Monty Python, for a certain segment of the population, has become part of the collective subconscious. Could you call them “The Beatles of Comedy”?
Given the ratio of Python references to Beatle memes, far more apropos to call the Fab Four the Pythons of pop.
No wait. There was the Bonzo Dog Band.
So yeah, I guess you’re right.
And Sir Kenneth Clarke on bass sax.
When I am asked “what’s your name?” I always think “next up, is what is your quest…”
Funny–nobody ever asks that.
I also do the nudge, nudge, wink, wink thing. And the “it’s only a model”, usually when looking at a diorama in a dusty museum.
Or someday he’ll wonder why on earth MP is imitating his parents…
At work, we once had to sit through a British, 1950s-vintage quality-assurance film. When a character in the film introduced himself as “an accountant”, I leaned over to a fellow Python-head and whispered, “But he wants to be a lion tamer!”
I was walking to work today and … nothing happened, I looked behind a bush and there was … nothing there, nothing at all, not a sausage.
I have been known to wander through particularly stuffy stores, singing softly; And did those feet, in ancient times, walk upon England’s mountains green?, no-one has removed the bucket from their head when I do, though. (sigh).
Like Loach, every trip to the cheese section of the store is a litany of fromage. Deciding what to buy is a mental reenactment of the skit. “Do I want brie? No. Stilton? No. Camembert? Too runny.”
When my friend and I were looking for places to visit in London, it was one Python memory after another as we saw English places on Google earth: Watford, Hemel Hempstead, Luton, etc…
Oh, God, there are so many. Sheer genius, I tell you:
“I got better!”
“Shabby, Ken Shabby.”
Polecats
“I’ve been to more gala luncheons than you’ve had hot dinners!”
“But… we haven’t broken the law!”
“There are those who call me… Tim?”
Zoot and Dingo
Lemming of the BDA
The sheep-dip
Hotter than a monkey’s bum
No pooftahs!
Sir Philip Bleedin’ Sydney
“Read me a bit of Gay Boys in Bondage, my good wife…”
A Mounted Policeman with a difference
“I panicked!”
Sousa’s The Liberty Bell march (favorite real-world appearance: during Bill Clinton’s 1993 inaugural).
Cardinal Richelieu
“I want that man fighting wild dogs by the end of the week!”
“Bloody Romans…”
“I’ve got a hat!”
Anteaters and lions
Venezuelan beaver cheese
“Gimme the 'oop!”
Luxury! We lived in a cardboard box in the middle of the road, got up half an hour before we went to bed…
… every time I look out my back window and see the larch we planted this spring.
[nitpick]
That one’s originally from At Last the 1948 Show.
Pretty much all of mine have already been mentioned.
Sometimes when someone busts out the Python outRAGeous french accent, I must ask them “What are you doing in England?”
(My husband will always oblige with a “Mind your own beezniss!”)
I can assure you, their first question of me is not going to be, “Does he have his own hat?”
I swear to God, I’m not only going to work that into a story someday, but that will be the question that gets asked!
Killer Joke
I used to be in a guild in Eve Online called the Dead Parrot Shoppe.
Whenever I meet someone named Bruce.
Most of mine have already been mentioned (as a fellow D&Der, yes, it’s obligatory to have at least one reference per game session).
Tim (as in, “Some call me…”)
“How do you pronounce [blank]?” (Throat-warbler mangrove)
“And now for something completely different…”
… I log into World of Warcraft. My main character is a level 70 blood elf paladin named Zewt. I tried to name her “Zoot” but that was taken.
She’s very naughty.
But I only heard it on MP’s Live at Drury Lane lp so now I’m afraid I’ll have to shoot you.
I went to visit my mother in the nursing home and she wasn’t in her room so I asked at the desk. They told me she was in the day room, in the comfy chair. It was all I could do not to yell out “Oh no! The Spanish Inquisition!”.
Spam.
I once had a sound effect for incoming mail, ripped from Holy Grail: “Message for you sir!”
I know the Constitution sketch by heart. “Old woman!” “Man!” “Man, sorry.”
“Burma!” “Sorry, I panicked.”
Whenever I’m browsing over the cheese selection at my local Whole Foods, I think “any Venezuelan beaver cheese?”