Monty Python non sequitur thread (Part 2)

Albatross!

Say no more!

Right, we’ll stay here until you get back.

It’s the Cutty Sark. It’s a model I’ve been making in the dark for some years now.

This is fun, sir, isn’t it? All this killing, bloodshed-- Bloody good fun, sir, isn’t it?

No, still, it’s not as bad as the old days. Mrs Stanley Baldwin used to have to get up at five o’clock in the morning and go out and catch partridges with her bare hands.

Well, there is one, but otherwise we’re solid.

I am the Head of the Careers Advisory Board. I wanted to be a doctor, but there we are, I’m Head of the Careers Advisory Board. Or a sculptor, something artistic, or an engineer, with all those dams, but there we are, it’s no use crying over split milk, the facts are there and that’s that. I’m the Head of this lousy Board.

Mmm. That’s what he used to say. ‘It’s all for the good of the country’ he used to say.

We got you something else, sir. We know it’s another clock, sir. A bit of a mix-up.

  • I didn’t order any dung.

  • Yes you did, sir. You ordered it through the Book of the Month Club.

Theatrical managers in this area have not been slow to appreciate the sea’s tremendous dramatic value. And somewhere, out in this bay, is the first underwater production of ‘Measure for Measure’.

What was that about hats, again?

People aren’t wearing enough hats

Oh blimey, I’m on. Is my hat on straight constable?

The mill’s closed. There’s no more work. We’re destitute. I’ve got no option but to sell you all for scientific experiments. [the children protest and cry] That’s the way it is my loves. Blame the Catholic Church for not letting me wear one of those little rubber things. Oh, they’ve done some wonderful things in their time. They preserved the might and majesty, even the mystery, of the Church of Rome, the sanctity of the sacrament, and the indivisible oneness of the Trinity. But if they’d let me wear one of those little rubber things on the end of my cock, we wouldn’t be in the mess we are now.

We interrupt this film to apologise for this unwarranted attack by the supporting feature. Luckily, we have been prepared for this eventuality, and are now taking steps to remedy it. [creak] [boom] Thank you.

How Not To Be Seen

But I think we’re getting some pictures now from Algon itself, and it looks as though … yes! The satellite has found a bird! The probe has struck crumpet and she looks pretty good too! Professor?

Two choc-ices please.