Monty Python non sequitur thread (Part 1)

There’s the old man from Scene 24!

That could cause confusion. Mind if we call you “Bruce”?

“Pedorasto”: the game for all the family.

Well now, uh, Launcelot, Galahad, and I wait until nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French by surprise – not only by surprise, but totally unarmed! Uh, Launcelot, Galahad, and I. Uh, leap out of the rabbit, uh… Oh… Um, look, if we built this large wooden badger–

He has been dead for four years, but he has not let that prevent him from coming here this evening.

We interrupt this programme to annoy you and make things generally irritating for you.

Pining for the fjords?!?

It’s only wafer thin.

Good evening. Tonight is indeed a unique occasion in the history of television. We are very privileged, and deeply honoured to have with us in the studio, Karl Marx, founder of modern socialism, and author of the ‘Communist Manifesto’; Vladimir Ilich Ulyanov, better known to the world as Lenin, leader of the Russian Revolution, writer, statesman, and father of modern communism; Che Guevara, the Cuban guerrilla leader; and Mao Tse-tung, leader of the Chinese Communist Party since 1949. And the first question is for you, Karl Marx. ‘The Hammers’ - The Hammers is the nickname of what English football team? ‘The Hammers’? No? Well bad luck there, Karl. So we’ll go onto you Che. Che Guevara - Coventry City last won the FA Cup in what year? No? I’ll throw it open. Coventry City last won the FA Cup in what year? No? Well, I’m not surprised you didn’t get that. It was in fact a trick question. Coventry City have never won the FA Cup. So with the scores all equal now we go onto our second round…

Doug and Dinsdale Piranha now formed a gang, which the called ‘The Gang’ and used terror to take over night clubs, billiard halls, gaming casinos and race tracks. When they tried to take over the MCC they were for the only time in their lives, slit up a treat. As their empire spread however, Q Division were keeping tabs on their every move by reading the color supplements.

No, the stars in the paper, you cloth-eared heap of anteater’s catarrh, the zodiacal signs, the horoscopic fates, the astrological portents, the omens, the genethliac prognostications, the mantalogical harbingers, the vaticinal utterances, the fatidical premonitory uttering of the mantalogical omens - what do the bleeding stars in the paper predict, forecast, prophesy, foretell, prognosticate…

Bread… Apples… Very small rocks…

This is my wife, Audrey; she smells a bit but she has a heart of gold.

You lucky bastard!

Proust’s novel ostensibly tells of the irrevocability of time lost, the forfeiture of innocence through experience, the reinstallment of extra-temporal values of time regained, ultimately the novel is both optimistic and set within the context of a humane religious experience, re-stating as it does the concept of intemporality.

I’m sorry, you have to say ‘dog kennel’ to Mr Lambert, because if you say ‘mattress’ he puts a bucket* over his head. I should have explained. Otherwise he’s perfectly all right.

I didn’t like the other halibuts; they were all too flat.

Cut down a tree with a herring? It can’t be done.

Mount Everest, forbidding, aloof, terrifying. The highest place on earth. No I’m sorry we don’t go there. No.

It says, “Romans Go Home.”