Well, so would you be if you had a great pair of scissors snippin’ away while someone held your back legs apart.
No. 1. The Larch.
Look! There’s the old man from Scene 24!
"The album…of the soundtrack…of the trailer…of the film…of, “Monty Pithon and the Holy Grail.”
“Python, python.”
Personally, I very much doubt if they’re going to say anything about the meaning of life at all.
Do you want to come back to my place?
I got three cheeks!
We’ve been mentioned on telly!
Now look: I can tackle this lot single-handed!
When the pilot, Jennifer has to choose between his secret love for Louis, the hot-bloodedly bisexual navigator and Andy, the rear gunner, who, though quite assertive with girls, tends to take the submissive role in his relationships with men. And sensational Mexican starlet Rosetta Nixon plays the head of Bomber Command, whose passion for sea-birds ends in tragedy. With Ginger as the half-man, half-woman parrot whose unnatural instincts brought forbidden love in the aviary. And Roger as Pip, the half-parrot, half-man, half-woman, three-quarter badger, ex-bigamist Negro preacher, for whom banjo-playing was very difficult, and he never mastered it although he took several courses and went to Banjo College… er… and everything… don’t miss it!
There, poor Flopsy’s dead. And never called me mother.
Poor Flopsy has ceased to be.
‘E’s not pinin’! 'E’s passed on! This parrot is no more! He has ceased to be! 'E’s expired and gone to meet 'is maker! 'E’s a stiff! Bereft of life, 'e rests in peace! If you hadn’t nailed 'im to the perch 'e’d be pushing up the daisies! 'Is metabolic processes are now 'istory! 'E’s off the twig! 'E’s kicked the bucket, 'e’s shuffled off ‘is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin’ choir invisible!! THIS IS AN EX-PARROT!!
ETA: I just finished reading Mr. Cleese’s autobiography,* So Anyway*, in which he states his regret for not including Mr. Roget in the authorship of this and several other sketches.
I’ve got a slug.
What, the curtains?
Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition! Our chief weapon is surprise… surprise and fear… fear and surprise… our two weapons are fear and surprise… and ruthless efficiency… Our three weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency… and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope. Our four… no… amongst our weapons… amongst our weaponry… are such elements as fear, surprise… I’ll come in again.
There’s another dead bishop on the landing.
I’m not dead.
Oh mother, don’t be so sentimental. Things explode every day.
It’s just gone 8 o’clock and time for the penguin on top of your television set to explode.