Monty Python non sequitur thread (Part 2)

Well, at least it gets you out in the open air.

A little joke, a little jest. Nothing to worry about ladies and gentlemen.

The larch.

The five seconds haven’t started yet have they?

It’s an extra-terrestial being! Agggh!

Aren’t you, Flopsy? Aren’t you, Flopsy?

That’s a very silly line. Sit down.

There. Flopsy’s dead, and never called me Mother.

Welcome back. And now it’s time for part eight of our series about the life and work of Ursula Hifier, the Surrey housewife who revolutionized British beekeeping in the nineteen-thirties.

Ahhh yes, that’s better. Now let’s hope this doesn’t get silly.

It’s a bazooka!

We’re closin’ for lunch.

My goodness me, I am in a bad temper today all right, two, three, damn, damn, two, three, I am vexed and ratty. Two, three, and hopping mad.

Hallo, give me the British Dental Association … and fast!

Pension day’s the worst - they go mad. As soon as they get their hands on their money they blow it all on milk, bread, tea, tin of meat for the cat.

The commonplace routine of a typical Monday morning would never be the same again, for into this quiet little community came … Mr Neutron!

It’s a man’s life in the British Dental Association.

The story so far: Rosamund’s father has become ensnared by Mr. Shabby’s extraordinary personal magnetism. Bob and Janet have eaten Mr. Farquar’s goldfish during an Oxfam lunch, and Mrs. Elsmore’s marriage is threatened by Doug’s insistence that he is on a different level of consciousness. Louise’s hernia has been confirmed, and Jim, Bob’s brother, has run over the editor of the ‘Lancet’ on his way to see Jenny, a freelance Pagoda designer.

Hello, last week on ‘Party Hints’ I showed you how to make a small plate of goulash go round twenty-six people, how to get the best out of your canapés, and how to unblock your loo. This week I’m going to tell you what to do if there is an armed communist uprising near your home when you’re having a party.

It’s Christmas, it’s Christmas
It’s Christmas in heaven
Hip, hip, hip, hip, hip, hip, hooray!
Every single day, yeah, is Christmas day, yeah