Monty Python non sequitur thread

Hello, two dozen fruit cakes and half a dozen macaroons.

It’s not him.

Stop that! Stop that! You’re not going to do a song while I’m here!

Howls of derisive laughter, Bruce!

Oh! I thought you were talking to me, sir. Mister Wensleydale, that’s my name.

Venezuelan Beaver Cheese?

She’s got huuuge…tracts of land.

It’s a fair cop.

Lovely plumage.

It’s funny how one can go through life, as I have, disliking bananas and being indifferent to cheese, and then be able to eat, and enjoy, a banana and cheese sandwich like that.

Push off!

Wink wink

On second thought, let’s not go to Camelot. ‘Tis a silly place.

Don’t argue, Battersby.

Always look on the bright side of life.


This is a totally free interruption and no money has exchanged hands whatever.

Oh, shit, it’s Mr. Creosote!

Here an ordinary cup of drinking chocolate costs four million pounds, an immersion heater for the hot-water tank costs over six billion pounds, and a pair of split-crotch panties would be almost unobtainable.

He has a wife, you know.