To return to the original OP (sort of). i feel uniquely placed to inform you that the language spoken in the sketch is not Hungarian at all, just a bunch of goobledigook (sp?) that doesn’t even really sound like Hungarian. Shocking eh?
Interestingly however, John Cleese’s impersonation of a Hungarian speaking English with a thick accent is almost spot on, and I like to quote it to tease my boyfriend when he mis-pronounces a word, (he will not be satisfied that he has fully mastered the English language until he sounds posher than the queen)
He’s NOT the messiah, he’s a very naughty boy!
Mind you I don’t know whether you’ve really considered the advantages of owning a really fine set of modern encyclopaedias… You know, they can really do you wonders.
Well, of course, this is just the sort of blinkered philistine pig ignorance I’ve come to expect from you non-creative garbage. You sit there on your loathsome, spotty behinds squeezing blackheads, not caring a tinker’s cuss for the struggling artist. You excrement! You lousy hypocritical whining toadies with your lousy colour TV sets and your Tony Jacklin golf clubs and your bleeding masonic handshakes. You wouldn’t let me join, would you, you blackballing bastards! Well I wouldn’t become a Freemason now if you went down on your lousy, stinking, purulent knees and begged me.
It’s a story as old as time, and a story that needed to be told. Ok, so it’s not. And there are pop-up ads, too. But what can I do, the eels are spreading everywhere!
Pointed stick? Oh, oh, oh. We want to learn how to defend ourselves against pointed sticks, do we? Getting all high and mighty, eh? Fresh fruit not good enough for you eh? Well I’ll tell you something my lad. When you’re walking home tonight and some great homicidal maniac comes after you with a bunch of loganberries, don’t come crying to me!
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