For those of you who may have just missed “Monty Python’s Flying Circus,” here it is again.
We are struggling together!
I’ve just spent four hours burying the cat.
Sailor #1: Still no sign of land. How long is it?
Sailor #2: That’s a rather personal question, sir.
Sailor #1: You stupid git. I meant how long has it been in the lifeboat? You’ve destroyed the atmosphere now.
Spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam!
Uh-oh, here comes that wacky queen again!
You don’t know the difference between the Battle of Borodino and a tiger’s bum.
The stuff of history is indeed woven in the woof. Pearl Harbour. There are pages in history’s book which are written on the grand scale. Events so momentous that they dwarf man and time alike. And such is the Battle of Pearl Harbour, re-enacted for us now by the women of Barley Townswomen’s Guild.
I’d like to answer this question if I may in two ways. Firstly in my normal voice and then in a kind of silly high-pitched whine.
All right, come on, that’s enough, that’s enough.
I can’t buy that book, it’s torn.
And we’ve just heard that Her Majesty the Queen has just tuned into this programme and so she is now watching this royal sketch here in this royal set. The actor on the left is wearing the great grey suit of the BBC wardrobe department and the other actor is … about to deliver the first great royal joke here this royal evening.
Wenn ist das Nunstück git und Slotermeyer? Ja! Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!
You’re a looney.
I remember Doug was very keen on boxing, until he learned to walk, then he took up putting the boot in the groin. Oh he was very interested in that. His mother had such trouble getting him to come in for his tea. He’d be out there putting his little boot in, you know, bless him. You know kids were very different then. They didn’t have their heads filled with all this Cartesian dualism.
But patients are allowed visiting. And this week they’re visiting an iron foundry at Swindon, which is crying out for unskilled labour.
Stand and deliver!
It’s not particularly silly, is it. I mean the right leg isn’t silly at all, and the left leg merely does a forward aerial half-turn every alternate step.
Now first of all, why would anyone turn into a Scotsman?
Banter’s not the same if you say it slower, Squiffy.