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6th May '16 8:40:59 PM wittylibrarian
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-->'''Title card:''' In 1970, the British Empire lay in ruins, foreign nationals frequented the streets - many of them Hungarians (not the streets - the foreign nationals). Anyway, many of these Hungarians went into tobacconists' shops to buy cigarettes.....\\

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-->'''Title card:''' In 1970, the [[TakeThatUs British Empire Empire]] lay in ruins, foreign nationals frequented the streets - many of them Hungarians (not the streets - the foreign nationals). Anyway, many of these Hungarians went into tobacconists' shops to buy cigarettes.....\\



** The completely bonkers ''Literature/{{Ivanhoe}}'' "adaptation" (set in a modern butcher's shop with a "cast" comprising Tarquin Fin-tim-lin-bin-whin-bim-lim-bus-stop-F'tang-F'tang-Olé-Biscuitbarrel (from the "Silly Election" sketch), a man in a bee costume jumping up and down on the counter, a man in a knee-length vest dancing with a side of beef, a man dressed as a carrot squawking "Pretty boy!", and a man in oilskins and waders flying back and forth on a stage rope)... and the revelation that, as correctly guessed by Mrs. L of Leicester, Mrs. B of Buxton, and Mrs. G of Gatwick, the looney was the writer, Sir Creator/WalterScott.

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** The completely bonkers ''Literature/{{Ivanhoe}}'' "adaptation" (set in a modern butcher's shop with a "cast" comprising Tarquin Fin-tim-lin-bin-whin-bim-lim-bus-stop-F'tang-F'tang-Olé-Biscuitbarrel (from the "Silly Election" sketch), a man in a bee costume jumping up and down on the counter, a man in a knee-length vest dancing with a side of beef, a man dressed as a carrot squawking "Pretty boy!", and a man in oilskins and waders flying back and forth on a stage rope)... and the revelation that, as correctly guessed by Mrs. L of Leicester, Mrs. B of Buxton, and Mrs. G of Gatwick, the looney was the writer, ''writer'', Sir Creator/WalterScott.



-->'''Frontwoman:''' Good evening. My name is Leapy Lee. ''(frowns)'' No, sorry, that's the name of me favourite singer. ''(smiles)'' My name is Mrs. Fred Stolle. ''(frowns again)'' No no, Mrs. Fred Stolle is the wife of me favourite tennis player. ''(smiles again)'' My name is Bananas- no, no, that's me favourite fruit. I'm Mrs. A Nice Evening Out at the Pictures Then Perhaps a Dance at a Club Then Back to His Place for a Quick Cup of Coffee and a Little Bit of- no! No, sorry... that's me favourite way of spending a night out. ''(thinks)'' Perhaps I am Leapy Lee. Yes, I must be Leapy Lee! Hello fans, Leapy Lee here! ''(sings)'' "Little arrows that will ke-" ''(phone rings; she answers)'' Hello? ''(to camera)'' Evidently I'm not Leapy Lee. Thought I probably wouldn't be. ''(into phone)'' Thank you, I'll tell them. ''(hangs up)'' Hello, Denis Compton here- no no, no no, I should have written it down. ''(looks in her handbag)'' Now where's that number? I'm Mao Tse-tung, I'm P.P. Arnold, I'm Margaret Thatcher, I'm Sir Gerald Nabarro... ''(picks up phone and dials the operator)'' Hello? Sir Len Hutton here. Could you tell me please- oh, am I? Oh, thank you! ''(hangs up and smiles to camera)'' Good evening. I'm Mrs. What Number Are You Dialling Please. ''(a boxer jumps into frame and knocks her out with one punch; cut to stock footage of Women's Institute applauding)''

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-->'''Frontwoman:''' Good evening. My name is Leapy Lee. ''(frowns)'' No, sorry, that's the name of me favourite singer. ''(smiles)'' My name is Mrs. Fred Stolle. ''(frowns again)'' No no, Mrs. Fred Stolle is the wife of me favourite tennis player. ''(smiles again)'' My name is Bananas- no, no, that's me favourite fruit. I'm Mrs. A Nice Evening Out at the Pictures Then Perhaps a Dance at a Club Then Back to His Place for a Quick Cup of Coffee and a Little Bit of- no! No, sorry... that's me favourite way of spending a night out. ''(thinks)'' Perhaps I am Leapy Lee. Yes, I must be Leapy Lee! Hello fans, Leapy Lee here! ''(sings)'' "Little arrows that will ke-" ''(phone rings; she answers)'' Hello? ''(to camera)'' Evidently I'm not Leapy Lee. Thought I probably wouldn't be. ''(into phone)'' Thank you, I'll tell them. ''(hangs up)'' Hello, Denis Compton here- no no, no no, I should have written it down. ''(looks in her handbag)'' Now where's that number? I'm Mao Tse-tung, I'm P.P. Arnold, I'm Margaret Thatcher, I'm Sir Gerald Nabarro... ''(picks up phone and dials the operator)'' Hello? Sir Len Hutton here. Could you tell me please- oh, am I? Oh, thank you! ''(hangs up and smiles to camera)'' Good evening. I'm Mrs. What Number Are You Dialling Dialing Please. ''(a boxer jumps into frame and knocks her out with one punch; cut to stock footage of Women's Institute applauding)''


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* The Northern Playwright sketch, inverting the cliched father/son class struggle by having the course, vulgar ''father'' be the genius artist and the ''son'' the hard-working coal miner.
-->'''Ken''': One day you'll realize there's more to life than culture... There's dirt, and smoke, and GOOD HONEST SWEAT!\\
'''Dad''':GET OUT YOU LABOURER!
3rd May '16 11:46:02 AM mlsmithca
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'''Man in Street:''' Well, uh, speaking as a man in the street- ''(gets run over by car)'' WAAGH!

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'''Man in Street:''' Well, uh, er, speaking as a man in the street- ''(gets run over by car)'' WAAGH!WAAGH!\\
'''Confused man:''' What was the question again?\\
'''Interviewer:''' Just how relevant are contemporary customs regulations and currency restrictions in a modern expanding industrial economy? ''(the man looks even more confused)'' Oh, ''never mind''...\\
'''Pepperpot:''' Well, I think customs men should be armed, so they can kill people carrying more than two hundred cigarettes.\\
'''Gumby:''' ''(getting up from a deckchair)'' Well I, I think that, er, nobody who has gone abroad should be allowed back in the country! I mean, er, blimey, blimey, if they're not keen enough to stay here when they're ''[='ere=]'', why should we allow them back, er, at the taxpayer's expense?! I mean, be fair, I mean, I don't eat squirrels, do I!? I mean, well, perhaps I do, one or two, but there's no law against that, is there!? It's a free country! ''(the knight with the rubber chicken enters)'' I mean if I want to eat a squirrel now and again, that's me own business, innit?! I mean, I'm no racialist! I, oh, oh... ''(notices the knight and covers his head in anticipation; the knight slams him in the stomach with the rubber chicken instead)''
23rd Apr '16 1:04:02 AM mlsmithca
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** Terry J, the father, spends the whole sketch mumbling about different types of cereal and how they effect his bowel movements.
** Terry G, once again given a horrible role, is older son Kevin, a fat, flatulent boy who is either constantly eating beans or moaning that he's run out of beans.
--->'''Kevin (Terry G)''': Beans!\\
'''Mrs Garibaldi (Eric)''': Shut up!

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** Terry J, Jones, the father, spends the whole sketch mumbling about different types of cereal and how they effect his bowel movements.
** Terry G, Gilliam, once again given a horrible role, is older son Kevin, a fat, flatulent boy who is either constantly eating beans or moaning that he's run out of beans.
--->'''Kevin (Terry G)''': --->'''Kevin''': Beans!\\
'''Mrs Garibaldi (Eric)''': Garibaldi''': Shut up!



--->'''Ralph (Michael)''': ''(Knocks the cereal box off of the table)'' Oh, sorry, mum ... Now if we lived in Rhodesia there'd be someone to mop that up for you.\\
'''Valerie (Graham)''': Don't be so bleedin' stupid. If you lived in bleedin' Rhodesia, you'd be out at bleedin' fascist rallies every bleedin' day. You're a bleedin' racist, you bleedin' are.\\
'''Mr Garibaldi (Terry J)''': Language!\\

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--->'''Ralph (Michael)''': --->'''Ralph''': ''(Knocks the cereal box off of the table)'' Oh, sorry, mum ... Now if we lived in Rhodesia there'd be someone to mop that up for you.\\
'''Valerie (Graham)''': '''Valerie''': Don't be so bleedin' stupid. If you lived in bleedin' Rhodesia, you'd be out at bleedin' fascist rallies every bleedin' day. You're a bleedin' racist, you bleedin' are.\\
'''Mr Garibaldi (Terry J)''': Garibaldi''': Language!\\


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* From "Intermission", "Historical Impersonations" inverts the usual idea of having people in the present day impersonate people from history, to hilarious effect:[[note]] The impersonations include singer Petula Clark, rugby league commentator Eddie Waring, heavyweight boxer Brian London, a salesman in now-defunct shoe store chain Freeman, Hardy and Willis, the 1930 crash of British airship R-101, and racing driver Graham Hill.[[/note]]
-->'''Gumby:''' [[NoIndoorVoice I'D LIKE TO SEE JOHN THE BAPTIST'S IMPERSONATION OF GRAHAM HILL!]]\\
''(cut to glitzy TV studio with glitzy TV host, played by Michael Palin)''\\
'''Announcer:''' Yes, it's ''Historical Impersonations''! When you in the present can make those in the past stars of the future! And here is your host for tonight, Wally Wiggin!\\
''(applause, which cuts off suddenly, revealing it to be a recording)''\\
'''Wally Wiggin:''' Hello, good evening, and welcome to ''Historical Impersonations''! And we kick off tonight with Cardinal Richelieu and his impersonation of Petula Clark.\\
''(cut to Richelieu (Michael again), miming along to a recording of Petula Clark's 1967 single "Don't Sleep in the Subway", with dance moves to match)''\\
'''Richelieu:''' Don't sleep in the subway darling\\
Don't stand in the pouring rain...\\
''(cut back to Wiggin)''\\
'''Wiggin:''' Cardinal Richelieu, sixteen stone of pure man. And now your favourite Roman emperor, Julius Caesar, as Eddie Waring!\\
''(cut to Julius Caesar (Eric))''\\
'''Julius Caesar:''' ''(with heavy northern accent and Waring's signature vocal inflections)'' Tota Gallia divisa est in tres partes: Wigan, Hunslett, and Hull Kingston Rovers!\\
''(cut back to Wiggin)''\\
'''Wiggin:''' ''(claps)'' Well done indeed, Julius Caesar: a smile, a conquest, and a dagger up your strap. Our next challenger comes all the way from the Crimea. It's the very lovely Florence Nightingale as... Brian London.\\
''(cut to Nightingale (Graham) holding up a lamp and smiling; just as she is about to speak, a bell rings and a boxing glove-clad hand zooms in from out of shot and knocks her out. Cut back to Wiggin)''\\
'''Wiggin:''' And now for our most ambitious attempt tonight. All the way from Moscow, in the U.S.S. of R., Ivan the Terrible as a sales assistant in Freeman, Hardy and Willis!\\
''(cut to a branch of said shoe sellers, with two customers sat in adjacent chairs, one looking suspiciously like a dummy; Ivan (John) screams and chops the dummy in half with a sword, to only the slightest reaction from the other customer, then bows to the camera. Cut back to Wiggin)''\\
'''Wiggin:''' And now, W.G. Grace as a music box.\\
''(cut to animated scene in which a hand reaches into a photo of Grace and pulls his nose, causing his hat to rotate while playing a music box tune; cut back to Wiggin)''\\
'''Wiggin:''' And now it's France's turn! One of their top statesmen, Napoleon, as the R-101 disaster.\\
''(cut to Napoleon (Terry Jones), suspended horizontally from wires and holding two propellers and a sign reading "R-101", grinning at the camera as "La Marseillaise" plays on the soundtrack; as soon as he is out of shot, there is a crashing sound and the camera shakes a bit. Cut back to Wiggin)''\\
'''Wiggin:''' And now it's request time.\\
''(cut to same Gumby as before)''\\
'''Gumby:''' I'D LIKE TO SEE JOHN THE BAPTIST'S IMPERSONATION OF GRAHAM HILL!\\
''(cut to John the Baptist's head on a salver, sporting a fake moustache similar to Hill's; the salver is pulled out of shot by wires as noises of a race car engine play on the soundtrack; cut to Women's Institute applauding)''
11th Apr '16 8:42:57 AM Statzory
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* The famous [[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xToPCaNxaow Lumberjack Song]]! "I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay! I sleep all night, I work all day! ... I cut down trees, I wear high heels, suspendies and a bra. I wish I've been a girlie, just like my dear mama!" (It's not until ''And Now for Something Completely Different'' that it's changed to 'dear papa'.) "Ooooh, Bevis! And I thought you were so rugged!"

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* The famous [[http://www.[[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xToPCaNxaow com/watch?v=QgaRd4d8hOY&nohtml5 Lumberjack Song]]! "I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay! I sleep all night, I work all day! ... I cut down trees, I wear high heels, suspendies and a bra. I wish I've been a girlie, just like my dear mama!" (It's not until ''And Now for Something Completely Different'' that it's changed to 'dear papa'.) "Ooooh, Bevis! And I thought you were so rugged!"
6th Apr '16 9:30:13 PM mlsmithca
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*** The crowd consists entirely of eight other {{Upper Class Twit}}s holding horse-shaped placards.[[note]] In the version from ''And Now for Something Completely Different'', the crowd was represented by stock footage of a football crowd.[[/note]]



---->'''Commentator:''' ''(as the starter fires his pistol)'' THEY'RE OFF! ''(no reaction from the twits)'' ...oh, no, they're not. No, they didn't realize they were supposed to start...

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---->'''Commentator:''' ''(as the starter fires his pistol)'' THEY'RE OFF! ''(no reaction from the twits)'' ...oh, no, they're not. ''(the "crowd" mutter in disappointment)'' No, they didn't realize they were supposed to start...
6th Apr '16 9:25:53 PM mlsmithca
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* [[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2Je1CEPkUM Confuse-A-Cat]]. Particularly Graham Chapman's 'reassuringly professional' vet from the opening scene.
-->'''Title Card:''' SUBURBAN LOUNGE NEAR ESHER\\

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* [[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2Je1CEPkUM Confuse-A-Cat]]. Particularly Confuse-A-Cat]].
**
Graham Chapman's 'reassuringly professional' vet from the opening scene.
-->'''Title --->'''Title Card:''' SUBURBAN LOUNGE NEAR ESHER\\



** The vet calls in a professional Confuse-A-Cat service, which operates much like a military operation complete with a harsh drill sergeant ("WAIT FOR IT!") and ranking officer to oversee it. They then put on a bizarre stage act in front of said cat in to shake it out of its moping.\\
'''General:''' [[SeriousBusiness I hope to God it works.]]

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** The vet calls in a professional Confuse-A-Cat service, which operates much like a military operation complete with a harsh drill sergeant ("WAIT FOR IT!") and ranking officer to oversee it. They then put on a bizarre stage act in front of said cat in to shake it out of its moping.\\
'''General:'''
moping.
--->'''General:'''
[[SeriousBusiness I hope to God it works.]]



* [[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3rP-8mWWeY "The Fish Slapping Dance"]] is perhaps the perfect distillation of the random insanity that is Python, all in a convenient, easily-digested package.

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* [[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3rP-8mWWeY "The Fish Slapping Dance"]] is perhaps the perfect distillation of the random insanity that is Python, all in a convenient, easily-digested package. When the Pythons (minus Graham Chapman, who was unable to participate due to a slight case of death) were asked to compile lists of sketches they felt had stood the test of time, this was the only one to appear on all five lists.
6th Apr '16 9:23:48 PM mlsmithca
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** Advertising copywriter Frog keeps trying unsuccessfully to correct his boss' chosen term of address:

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** Advertising After advertising copywriter Frog enters his boss' office through the window and sits there for about five seconds before his boss acknowledges him, he then keeps trying unsuccessfully to correct his boss' chosen term of address:



'''Frog:''' ''S.'' Frog, sir-\\
'''Manager:''' Shut up. I want to have a word with you, Frog.\\
'''Frog:''' ''S.'' Frog, sir-\\
'''Manager:''' Shut up.

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'''Frog:''' ''(smiles)'' ''S.'' Frog, sir-\\
'''Manager:''' Shut up. ''(Frog's smile fades)'' I want to have a word with you, Frog.\\
'''Frog:''' ''(smiles)'' ''S.'' Frog, sir-\\
'''Manager:''' Shut up. ''(Frog's smile fades)''
6th Apr '16 9:20:04 PM mlsmithca
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* From "Archaeology Today", it seems sports personalities and televised sport commentators are branching out a bit, judging from the opening announcement of Eric Idle's continuity announcer:[[note]] In order, the announcement references cricket commentators Peter West, Brian Johnston, and E.W. Swanton, ''Forsyte Saga'' actress Nyree Dawn Porter, snooker champion Joe Davis, cricketer Jim Laker, showjumper Anneli Drummond-Hay, showjumping horse Mister Softee, golfer Tony Jacklin, singer Lulu, and all-purpose commentators Kenneth Wolstenholme and David Coleman.[[/note]]
-->'''Announcer:''' Here is a preview of some of the programmes you'll be able to see coming shortly on BBC Television. To kick off with, there's ''variety''. Peter West and Brian Johnston ''(picture of West and Johnston)'' star in ''Rain Stopped Play'', a wacky new comedy series about the gay exploits of two television cricket commentators. With E.W. Swanton ''(picture of Swanton)'' as Aggie, the kooky Scots maid. For those of you who don't like variety, there's ''variety'', with Brian Close ''(stock picture of Close playing cricket with background replaced by a theatre curtain)'' as the Talk of the Town. And of course, there'll be sport.\\
The Classics series ''(title card for "THE CLASSICS")'' returns to [=BBC2=] with 26 episodes of Creator/JohnGalsworthy's ''Snooker My Way''. With Nyree Dawn Porter repeating her triumph as Joe Davis. ''(mockup of Porter standing by a billiard table)'' And of course, there'll be sport.\\
Comedy is not forgotten with Jim Laker ''(picture of Laker)'' in thirteen weeks of off-spin bowling. Jim plays the zany bachelor bowler in a new series of ''[='Owzat!=]'' With Anneli Drummond-Hay on Mister Softee ''(picture of said duo)'' as his wife. And of course, there'll be sport.\\
''Series/{{Panorama}}'' will be returning, introduced as usual by Tony Jacklin ''(picture of Jacklin playing golf with the background replaced by the ''Panorama'' title)'', and Lulu ''(picture of same)'' will be tackling the Old Man of Hoy. ''(picture of said rock formation against a blank background)'' And for those of you who prefer drama, there's sport.\\
The show of the week: Kenneth Wolstenholme sings ''(picture of Wolstenholme against a background of dancing girls)'', and for those of you who don't like television, there's David Coleman. ''(picture of Coleman)'' And of course, there'll be sport.\\
But now for something completely different: sport! ''(the first few notes of the ''Grandstand'' theme begin playing, but are interrupted by "The Liberty Bell March")''
6th Apr '16 9:01:09 PM mlsmithca
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--->'''Radio voice''':Pratt... back to Pratt... Pratt again... a long ball out to Pratt... and now Pratt is on the ball, a neat little flick back inside to Pratt, who takes it nicely and sends it through on the far side to Pratt, Pratt with it but passes instead to Pratt, Pratt again, oh and well intercepted by the swarthy little number nine, Concito Maracon. This twenty-one-year-old half back, remarkably stocky for 6' 3", square shouldered, balding giant, hair flowing in the wind, bright eyed, pert, young for his age but oh so old in so many ways. For a thirty-nine-year-old you wouldn't expect such speed. Normally considered slow, he's incredibly fast as he wanders aimlessly around, sweeping up and taking the defence to the cleaners. Who would have thought, though many expected it, that this remarkable forty-five-year-old, 9' 4" dwarf of a man, who is still only seventeen in some parts of the world, would ever really be ... Oh and there was a goal there apparently ... and now it's Pratt ... back to Pratt... Pratt again... a long ball to Pratt...
** Michael, as the young son, knocks everything in sight over, and eventually causes the table to collapse. He even breaks the sink.

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--->'''Radio voice''':Pratt...voice''': Pratt... back to Pratt... Pratt again... a long ball out to Pratt... and now Pratt is on the ball, a neat little flick back inside to Pratt, who takes it nicely and sends it through on the far side to Pratt, Pratt with it but passes instead to Pratt, Pratt again, oh and well intercepted by the swarthy little number nine, Concito Maracon. This twenty-one-year-old half back, remarkably stocky for 6' 3", square shouldered, balding giant, hair flowing in the wind, bright eyed, pert, young for his age but oh so old in so many ways. For a thirty-nine-year-old you wouldn't expect such speed. Normally considered slow, he's incredibly fast as he wanders aimlessly around, sweeping up and taking the defence to the cleaners. Who would have thought, though many expected it, that this remarkable forty-five-year-old, 9' 4" dwarf of a man, who is still only seventeen in some parts of the world, would ever really be ... Oh and there was a goal there apparently ... and now it's Pratt ... back to Pratt... Pratt again... a long ball to Pratt...
** Michael, as the young son, younger son Ralph, knocks everything in sight over, and eventually causes the table to collapse. He even breaks the sink.



** Terry G, once again given a horrible role, is the other son, a fat, flaturate boy who is either constantly eating beans or moaning that he's run out of beans.
--->'''Kevin (Terry G)''': Beans!
--->'''Mrs Garibaldi (Eric)''': Shut up!
** Graham, looking absolutely shocking, is the daughter, who is dressed in a PVC red skirt and has a huge beehive hairdo. She gets offended when Michael's character keeps going on about Rhodesia, calling him a racist.
--->'''Ralph (Michael)''': ''(Knocks the cereal box off of the table)'' Oh, sorry, mum ... Now if we lived in Rhodesia there'd be someone to mop that up for you.
---> '''Valerie (Graham)''': Don't be so bleedin' stupid. If you lived in bleedin' Rhodesia, you'd be out at bleedin' fascist rallies every bleedin' day. You're a bleedin' racist, you bleedin' are.
--->'''Mr Garibaldi (Terry J)''': Language!
--->'''Valerie''': Well he gets on my sodding wick.

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** Terry G, once again given a horrible role, is the other son, older son Kevin, a fat, flaturate flatulent boy who is either constantly eating beans or moaning that he's run out of beans.
--->'''Kevin (Terry G)''': Beans!
--->'''Mrs
Beans!\\
'''Mrs
Garibaldi (Eric)''': Shut up!
** Graham, looking absolutely shocking, is the daughter, Valerie, who is dressed in a PVC red skirt and has a huge beehive hairdo. She gets offended when Michael's character keeps going on about Rhodesia, calling him a racist.
--->'''Ralph (Michael)''': ''(Knocks the cereal box off of the table)'' Oh, sorry, mum ... Now if we lived in Rhodesia there'd be someone to mop that up for you.
--->
you.\\
'''Valerie (Graham)''': Don't be so bleedin' stupid. If you lived in bleedin' Rhodesia, you'd be out at bleedin' fascist rallies every bleedin' day. You're a bleedin' racist, you bleedin' are. \n--->'''Mr \\
'''Mr
Garibaldi (Terry J)''': Language!
--->'''Valerie''':
Language!\\
'''Valerie''':
Well he gets on my sodding wick.



--->'''Valerie''': Right, I'm off.
--->'''Mrs Garibaldi''': When are you coming back tonight?
--->'''Valerie''': 3am.
--->'''Mrs Garibaldi''': I think it's disgusting... you a Member of Parliament.

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--->'''Valerie''': Right, I'm off.
--->'''Mrs
off.\\
'''Mrs
Garibaldi''': When are you coming back tonight?
--->'''Valerie''': 3am.
--->'''Mrs
tonight?\\
'''Valerie''': 3am.\\
'''Mrs
Garibaldi''': I think it's disgusting... you a Member of Parliament.



* Later in episode 45, there is ''Icelandic Honey Week'', which features a family, except all three of them are dressed like pepperpots, including the dad and son. They also have a cat sticking through their wall that appears to function as their doorbell. And things quickly get even weirder!

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* Later in episode 45, there is ''Icelandic "Icelandic Honey Week'', Week", which features a family, except all three of them are dressed like pepperpots, including the dad and son. They also have a cat sticking through their wall that appears to function as their doorbell. And things quickly get even weirder!



--->'''Mother (Eric)''': Dad?
--->'''Dad (Terry J)''': Yes?
--->'''Mother''': Get your stinking feet off the bread.
--->'''Dad''': I'm only wiping the cat's do's off.
--->'''Son (Terry G)''': Mum?
--->'''Mother''': Shut yet face, Douglas.
--->'''Son''': I wanted some corn-plasters.
--->'''Mother''': Shut up and eat what you got.

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--->'''Mother (Eric)''': Dad?
--->'''Dad
Dad?\\
'''Dad
(Terry J)''': Yes?
--->'''Mother''':
Yes?\\
'''Mother''':
Get your stinking feet off the bread.
--->'''Dad''':
bread.\\
'''Dad''':
I'm only wiping the cat's do's off.
--->'''Son
off.\\
'''Son
(Terry G)''': Mum?
--->'''Mother''':
Mum?\\
'''Mother''':
Shut yet face, Douglas.
--->'''Son''':
Douglas.\\
'''Son''':
I wanted some corn-plasters.
--->'''Mother''':
corn-plasters.\\
'''Mother''':
Shut up and eat what you got.



--->'''Mother''': He can't eat honey. It makes him go plop plops.
--->''(Later)''
--->'''Dad''':All right I'll have some Icelandic Honey.
--->'''Man (Graham)''': No, there is no such thing.
--->'''Dad''': You mean you don't make any honey at all?
--->'''Man''': No, no, we must import it all. Every bally drop. We are a gloomy people. It's so crikey cold and dark up there, and only fish to eat. Fish and imported honey. Oh strewth!
--->'''Mother''': Well why do you have a week?
--->'''Man''': Listen Buster! In Reykyavik it is dark for eight months of the year, and it's cold enough to freeze your wrists off and there's only golly fish to eat. Administrative errors are bound to occur in enormous quantities. Look at this - it's all a mistake. It's a real pain in the sphincter! Icelandic Honey Week? My Life!
--->'''Mother''': Well why do you come in here trying to flog the stuff, then?
--->'''Man''': Listen Cowboy. I got a job to do. It's a stupid, pointless job but at least it keeps me away from Iceland, all right?

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--->'''Mother''': He can't eat honey. It makes him go plop plops.
--->''(Later)''
--->'''Dad''':All
plops.\\
''(Later)''\\
'''Dad''': All
right I'll have some Icelandic Honey.
--->'''Man
Honey.\\
'''Man
(Graham)''': No, there is no such thing.
--->'''Dad''':
thing.\\
'''Dad''':
You mean you don't make any honey at all?
--->'''Man''':
all?\\
'''Man''':
No, no, we must import it all. Every bally drop. We are a gloomy people. It's so crikey cold and dark up there, and only fish to eat. Fish and imported honey. Oh strewth!
--->'''Mother''':
strewth!\\
'''Mother''':
Well why do you have a week?
--->'''Man''':
week?\\
'''Man''':
Listen Buster! In Reykyavik Reykjavik it is dark for eight months of the year, and it's cold enough to freeze your wrists off and there's only golly fish to eat. Administrative errors are bound to occur in enormous quantities. Look at this - it's all a mistake. It's a real pain in the sphincter! Icelandic Honey Week? My Life!
--->'''Mother''':
Life!\\
'''Mother''':
Well why do you come in here trying to flog the stuff, then?
--->'''Man''':
then?\\
'''Man''':
Listen Cowboy. I got a job to do. It's a stupid, pointless job but at least it keeps me away from Iceland, all right? right?
* The "Take Your Pick" sketch from "The Attila the Hun Show" starts with John Cleese skewering the unctuous demeanour of the programme's actual host, Michael Miles, and gets funnier from there as a pepperpot played by Terry Jones plays for her desired prize: a blow on the head.
-->'''Michael Miles:''' Your first question for the blow on the head this evening is: what great opponent of Cartesian dualism resists the reduction of psychological phenomena to physical states? ''(as he reads the question, the pepperpot stops fidgeting, her smile fades, and her shoulders sag)''\\
'''Pepperpot:''' I DON'T KNOW ''THAT!!''\\
'''Michael Miles:''' Well, have a guess.\\
'''Pepperpot:''' Oh. Er... Henri Bergson.\\
'''Michael Miles:''' Is the correct answer!\\
'''Pepperpot:''' Oh, that was lucky, I never even heard of him.\\
'''Michael Miles:''' Jolly good!\\
'''Pepperpot:''' [[RacistGrandma I don't like darkies!]]\\
'''Michael Miles:''' ''(long forced laugh)'' Who does?? ''(another long forced laugh)''
5th Apr '16 7:00:37 PM ChrisX
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** [[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eq_0GKqSii8 And in the middle of Palin doing tribute speech for George Harrison. It counts as the tribute too.]]
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