Monty Python non sequitur thread (Part 1)

Of course I can talk, Mother. I’m the Minister of Overseas Development.

And now a short intermission during which Marcel Marceau will impersonate a man walking against the wind.

Well, I don’t care, I want to know what’s going on! I think you’re deliberately trying to humiliate people, and I’m going straight out of here and I’m going to tell the police exactly what you do to people and I’m going to make bloody sure that you never do it again. There, what do you think of that? What do you think of that?

Fine, sir, he said between clenched teeth knowing full well it was a most unrewarding part.

It’s probably pining for the fjords.

I know what literature is, you Dago dustbin.

Good evening, and welcome to the Arthur Ludlow Memorial Baths, Newport, for this year’s finals of the All-England Summarize Proust Competition.

All right, it’s a fair cop, but society is to blame

It’s an entirely new strain of sheep, a killer sheep that can not only hold a rifle but is also a first-class shot.

Aha - anti-Semitism!

I mean a lot of others say they unclog you, but I never had a single bowel movement with the ‘Recto-Puffs’.

All right, I confess I haven’t cut your hair. I hate cutting hair. I have this terrible un-un-uncontrollable fear whenever I see hair. When I was a kid I used to hate the sight of hair being cut. My mother said I was a fool. She said the only way to cure it was to become a barber. So I spent five ghastly years at the Hairdressers’ Training Centre at Totnes. Can you imagine what it’s like cutting the same head for five years? I didn’t want to be a barber anyway. I wanted to be a lumberjack. Leaping from tree to tree as they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia…

No. 1. The Larch.

Stalin has always hated me.

O Lord! Ooh, you are so big! So absolutely huge. Gosh, we’re all really impressed down here, I can tell you.

We are the knights who say ‘Ni!

Who are you who are so wise in the ways of science?

Well, you have to know these things when you’re a king, you know.

Flying Thompson’s Gazelle of the Yard!

How do you know so much about cycling ?