You are hereby charged that on the 28th day of May 1970, you did willfully, unlawfully, and with malice aforethought publish an alleged English-Hungarian phrasebook with intent to cause a breach of the peace. How do you plead?
Well it’s funny you should ask that, but I’ve just been reading a great big book about how to put your budgie down, and apparently you can either hit them with the book, or, you can shoot them just there, just above the beak.
Well, I don’t like them…they wet their nests.
All our patients here are suffering from severe over-acting.
Piggy, you’re overacting. You’re hamming it up!
That’ll do, Pig. That’ll do.
But there is one composer whose name is never included with the greats. Why is it that the world never remembered the name of Johann Gambolputty de von Ausfern- schplenden- schlitter- crasscrenbon- fried- digger- dingle- dangle- dongle- dungle- burstein- von- knacker- thrasher- apple- banger- horowitz- ticolensic- grander- knotty- spelltinkle- grandlich- grumblemeyer- spelterwasser- kurstlich- himbleeisen- bahnwagen- gutenabend- bitte- ein- nürnburger- bratwustle- gerspurten- mitz- weimache- luber- hundsfut- gumberaber- shönedanker- kalbsfleisch- mittler- aucher von Hautkopft of Ulm? To do justice to this man, thought by many to be the greatest name in German Baroque music, we present a profile of Johann Gambolputty de von Ausfern- schplenden- schlitter- crasscrenbon- fried- digger- dingle- dangle- dongle- dungle- burstein- von- knacker- thrasher- apple- banger- horowitz- ticolensic- grander- knotty- spelltinkle- grandlich- grumblemeyer- spelterwasser- kurstlich- himbleeisen- bahnwagen- gutenabend- bitte- ein- nürnburger- bratwustle- gerspurten- mitz- weimache- luber- hundsfut- gumberaber- shönedanker- kalbsfleisch- mittler- aucher von Hautkopft of Ulm. We start with an interview with his only surviving relative…
Tungsten carbide drills! What the bloody hell’s tungsten carbide drills?
That’s not Python, is it?
In play:
Do you want to come upstairs?
nope.
Oh merde.
Jean-Paul. Your famous trilogy 'Rues i Liberte, is it an allegory of man’s search for commitment?
Hello, I’m Smoke-too-much, Mr. Smoke-too-much.
Toledo Tit Parade? What sort of play’s that?
Have you come to arrange a holiday, or would you like a blowjob?
Shut up. Shut up! Shut up! You can’t have egg, bacon, spam and sausage without the spam.
I will not buy this record, it is scratched.
Bruce here teaches classical philosophy, Bruce there teaches Haegelian philosophy, and Bruce here teaches logical positivism. And is also in charge of the sheep dip.
You are Sir Philip Sidney?
You are Mary, Queen of Scots?
Gentlemen, at six o’clock I want every man-Bruce of you in the Sydney Harbour Bridge room to take a glass of sherry with the flying philosopher, Bruce, and I call upon you,* padre*, to close the meeting with a prayer.