My nipples explode with delight!
And now here is a reminder about leaving your radio on during the night. Leave your radio on during the night.
My God, Betty, we’re done for…
Rotten. Rotten. You’re no bloody use at all. You’re an utter bloody wash-out. You make me sick, you weed!
It’s…
He’s not here yet!
Look, I came here to learn how to fly an aeroplane.
Caption: ‘ONE DEAD UNJUGGED RABBIT FISH LATER’
The goat’s just done a bundle.
“It’s…”
oh, I suppose that’s probably already been mentioned (but it’s not like every single line of dialog from Monty Python hasn’t been posted on this board a half a zillion times).
No it isn’t.
[I’ve been making a concerted effort to find clips which haven’t been used: my new best friend for that is this site.]
How can we not say the word if you don’t tell us what it is?
Right on. Two chicken! One scampi! One boeuf with green salad! There may be … a little delay.
He’s ceased to be. He’s so fucking dead.
(Cleese on Chapman, from Monty Python: Live at Aspen)
What are they in it for, these old hoodlums, these layabouts in lace?
Now. You will stay in the Comfy Chair until lunch time, with only a cup of coffee at eleven…
Oh, ‘an aeroplane’. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren’t we? ‘Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I’m off to play the grand piano’. ‘Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.’ Now get on the table!
If you’re going to split hairs, I’m going to piss off.
How shall we fuck off, Oh Lord?
It’s all right, they’re students. Um… lights please, nurse.