Monty Python non sequitur thread (Part 2)

Ah, those were the days…

We were wondering if we could possibly borrow your head for a piece of animation.

I am Arthur, King of the Britons!

Well that’s, er, very interesting, because, er, I am, in fact, made entirely of wood.

Because of the unsuitability of the scene, the BBC will be replacing it with a scene from a repeat of ‘Gardening Club’ from I958.

If you could see your way to lending me sixpence. I could at least buy a newspaper. That’s not much to ask anyone.

All right MacPherson, you’re next, off you go.

You’d think he was awake all the night, scrabbling down by the wainscotting.

Yes. You get a nude lady with a fully comprehensive motor insurance.

Lemming, Lemming, Lemming of the BDA
Lemming, Lemming, Lemming of the BD …Lemming of the BD … BD, BDA.
It’s a man’s life in the British Dental Association!

It’s a fair cop!

Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate?

Well, Mr. Anemone’s on the phone at the moment, but I’m sure he won’t mind if you go on in. Through here.

Just a minute, you’re a fraud

I’m going to open a boutique.

Mrs. Ratbag, if you don’t mind me saying so, you are badly in need of an expensive course of psychiatric treatment. Now I’m not going to say a trip to our dairy will cure you, but it will give hundreds of lower-paid workers a good laugh.

As a Highlander I would like to complain about some inaccuracies in the preceding film about the poet Ewan McTeagle. Although his name was quite clearly given as McTeagle, he was throughout wearing the Cameron tartan. Also I would like to point out that the BALPA spokesman who complained about aeronautical inaccuracies was himself wearing a captain’s hat, whereas he only had lieutenant’s stripes on the sleeves of his jacket. Also, in the Inverness pantomime last Christmas, the part of Puss in Boots was played by a native of New Guinea with a plate in her lip, so that every time Dick Whittington gave her a French kiss, he got the back of his throat scraped.

Is she a goer, eh?

The Royal Frog Trampling Institute, 16 Rayners Lane, London, W.C. Fields. I’ll just repeat that…

Aren’t you going to say ‘What’s all this then?’