Monty Python's Flying Thread!

[whitedragon]

blamonges from outerspace are turning all english men into scotsmen.

[Darth Groovy]

Eric Idle: Good evening and welcome to another edition of It's the Arts. And

 

we kick off this evening with Cinema.

 

 

 

Host (John Cleese): Good evening. One of the most prolific film directors of

 

this age, or indeed of any age, is Sir Edward Ross, back

 

in his native country for the first time for five years

 

to open a season of his works at the National Film

 

Theatre, and we are indeed fortunate to have him with us

 

in this studio tonight.

 

Ross (Graham Chapman): Good evening.

 

Host: Edward... you don't mind if I call you Edward?

 

Ross: No, not at all.

 

Host: Because it does worry some people - I don't know why - but they are a

 

little sensitive so I take the precaution of asking on these occasions.

 

Ross: No, that's fine.

 

Host: So Edward's all right. Splendid. I'm sorry to have brought it up.

 

Ross: No, no, please. Edward it is.

 

Host: Well thank you very much for being so helpful. And it's more than my

 

job's worth to, er...

 

Ross: Yes, quite.

 

Host: Makes it rather difficult to establish a rapport - put the other person

 

at his ease...

 

Ross: Quite.

 

Host: Silly little point but it does seem to matter. Still, er, least said

 

the better. Ted, when you first started you... I hope you don't mind

 

if I call you Ted, er, I mean as opposed to Edward?

 

Ross: No, no, everyone calls me Ted.

 

Host: Well of course it's shorter, isn't it.

 

Ross: Yes it is.

 

Host: And much less formal!

 

Ross: Yes, Ted, Edward or anything!

 

Host: Thank you. Um, incidentally, do call me Tom. I don't want you bothering

 

with this 'Thomas' nonsense! Ha ha ha ha! Now where were we? Ah yes.

 

Eddie Baby, when you first started in the...

 

Ross: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I don't like being called "Eddie Baby".

 

Host: What?

 

Ross: I don't like being called "Eddie Baby".

 

Host: (pause) Did I call you "Eddie Baby"?

 

Ross: Yes, you did! Now if you could get on with the interview...

 

Host: I don't think I did call you "Eddie Baby".

 

Ross: You did!

 

Host: Did I call him "Eddie Baby"?

 

 

 

(Audience murmurs of 'yes' etc.)

 

 

 

Host: I didn't really call you "Eddie Baby", did I, sweetie?

 

Ross: Don't call me "sweetie"!

 

Host: Can I call you "sugar plum"?

 

Ross: No.

 

Host: "*****cat"?

 

Ross: No!

 

Host: "Angel drawers"?

 

Ross: No you may not! Get on with it!

 

Host: Can I call you "Frank"?

 

Ross (suspiciously): Why "Frank"?

 

Host: It's a nice name. Richard Nixon's got a hedgehog called Frank.

 

Ross: What IS going on?

 

Host: Now Frank -- Fran -- Frannie -- little Frannie-pooh...

 

Ross: No. I'm leaving. I'm off. I'm going. I've never... (exits)

 

Host (loudly): Tell us about your latest film, Sir Edward.

 

Ross (nearly offstage): What?

 

Host: Tell us about your latest film, Sir Edward, if you'd be so very kind.

 

Ross: None of this "*****cat" nonsense?

 

Host: Promise. (Pats seat next to him.) Please, Sir Edward.

 

Ross: My latest film?

 

Host: Yes, Sir Edward.

 

Ross: Well the idea, funnily enough, is based on an idea I had when I first

 

joined the industry in 1919. Of course, in those days I was only the

 

tea boy and...

 

Host: Oh shut up!

 

(Pssst keep this going.....I am posting too much in here!)

[Jedi_Monk]

Brother Maynard: Consult the Book of Armaments, verses 2 through 27...

 

Monk: And St. Atilla spake saying, "Oh, Lord, bless this, thy Holy Hand Grenade, that with it, thou mayst blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy." And the Lord did grin, and the people did feast upon lambs... and sloths... and orangutans... and fruit bats... and breakfast cerials... and...

 

Maynard: Skip ahead a bit, brother.

 

Monk: Oh yes... And the Lord spake saying, "First thou shalt take out the Holy Pin, then thou shalt count to three. Thou shalt not count thou four, neither shalt thou count thou two, excepting that thou mayst then proceed to three. Five is RIGHT OUT! Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, thou shalt lobbist this, thy Holy Hand Grenade, at thine foe, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it. Amen.

 

[Mandalorian54]

Monty pithon and the quest for the holy grail is my favorite movie ever!!!!!

 

[Darth Groovy]

Opening Scene: A suburban house in a boring looking street. Zoom into upstairs window. Serious documentary music. Interior of small room. A bent figure (Michael Palin) huddles over a table, writing. He is surrounded by bits of paper. The camera is situated facing the man as he writes with immense concentration lining his unshaven face.)

Voice Over : This man is Ernest Scribbler... writer of jokes. In a few moments, he win have written the funniest joke in the world... and, as a consequence, he will die ... laughing.

 

 

(Ernest stops writing, pauses to look at what he has written... a smile slowly spreads across his face, turning very, very slowly to uncontrolled hysterical laughter... he staggers to his feet and reels across room helpless with mounting mirth and eventually collapses and dies on the floor.)

 

Voice Over: It was obvious that this joke was lethal... no one could read it and live ...

 

(Ernest's mother (Eric Idle in drag) enters. She sees him dead, she gives a little cry of horror and bends over his body, weeping. Brokenly she notices thepiece of paper in his hand and picks it up and reads it between her sobs. Immediately she breaks out into hysterical laughter, leaps three feet into the air, and fa11s down dead without more ado. Cut to news type shot of commentator standing in front of the house.)

 

Commentator: This morning, shortly after eleven o'clock, comedy struck this little house in Dibley Road. Sudden ...violent ... comedy. Police have sealed off the area, and Scotland Yard's crack inspector is with me now.

 

Inspector: I shall enter the house and attempt to remove the joke.

 

 

 

(About now an upstairs window in the house is fiung open and a doctor, rears his head out, hysterical with laughter, and dies hanging over the window sill. The commentator and the inspector look up and then continue as if they are used to such sights.)

 

Inspector: I shall be aided by the sound of sombre music, played on gramophone records, and also by the chanting of laments by the men of Q Division ... (Inspector points to a grouo of dour looking policemen standing nearby) The atmosphere thus created should protect me in the eventuality of me reading the joke. He gives a signal. The group of policemen start groaning and chanting biblical laments. The Dead March is heard. The inspector squares his shoulders and bravely starts walking into the house.

 

Commentator: There goes a brave man. Whether he comes out alive or not, this will surely be remembered as one of the most courageous and gallant acts in police history.

 

(The inspector suddenly appears at the door, helpless with laughter, holding the joke aloft. He collapses and dies. Cut to film of army vans driving along dark roads.)

 

Voice Over: It was not long before the Army became interested in the military potential of the Killer Joke. Under top security, the joke washurried to a meeting of Allied Commanders at the Ministry of War.

 

(Cut to door at Ham House: Soldier on guard comes to attention as dispatch rider hurries in carrying armoured box. (Notice on door: 'Conference. No Admittance'.) Dispatch nider rushes in. A door opens for him and closes behind him. We hear a mighty roar of laughter... . series of doomphs as the commanders hit the floor or table. Soldier outside does not move a muscle.)

 

(Cut to a pillbox on the Salisbury Plain. Track in to slit to see moustachioed top brass peering anxiously out.)

 

Voice Over: Top brass were impressed. Tests on Salisbury Plain confirmed the joke's devastating effectiveness at a range of up to fifty yards.

 

(Cut to shot looking out of slit in pillbox. Camera zooms through slit to distance where a solitary figure is standing on the windswept plain. He is a bespectacled, weedy lance-corporal (Terry Jones) looking cold and miserable. Pan across to fifty yards away where two helmeted soldiers are at their positions beside a blackboard on an easel covered with a cloth.

 

 

 

Cut in to corporal's face- registening complete lack of comprehension as well as stupidily. Man on top of pillbox waves flag. The soldiers reveal the joke to the corporal. He peers at it, thinks about its meaning, sniggers, and dies. Two watching generals are very impressed.)

 

Generals: Fantastic.

 

Cut to a Colonel talking to camera.

 

Colonel: All through the winter of '43 we had translators working, in joke-proof conditions, to try and produce a German version of the joke. They worked on one word each for greater safety. One of them saw two words of the joke and spent several weeks in hospital· But apart from that things went pretty quickly, and we soon had the joke by January, in a form which our troops couldn't understand but which the Germans could.

 

(Cut to a trench in the Ardennes· Members of the joke brigade are crouched holding pieces of paper with the joke on them.)

 

 

 

Voice Over: So, on July 8th, I944, the joke was first told to the enemy in the Ardennes...

 

Commanding NCO: Tell the ... joke.

 

Joke Brigade: (together) Wenn ist das Nunstrück git und Slotermeyer? Ja! ... Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!

 

 

(Pan out of the British trench across war-torn landscape and come to rest where presumably the German trench is. There is a pause and then a group of Germans rear up in hysterics.)

 

Voice Over: It was a fantastic success. Over sixty thousand times as powerful as Britain's great pre-war joke ...Cut to a film of Chamberlain brandishing the 'Peace in our time' bit of paper ... and one which Hider just couldn't match.

 

Film of Hitler rally. Hitler speaks; subtitles are superimposed.

 

 

 

 

SUBTITLE: 'MY DOG'S GOT NO NOSE'

A young soldier responds:

SUBTITLE: HOW DOES HE SMELL?

Hitler speaks:

SUBTITLE: AWFUL'

Voice Over: In action it was deadly.

 

(Cut to a small squad with rifles making their way through forest. Suddenly one of them sees something and gives signal at which they all dive for cover. From the cover of a tree he reads out joke.)

 

Corporal: Wenn ist das Nunstrück git und Slotermeyer? Ja! .. Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!

 

(Sniper falls laughing out of tree.)

 

Joke Brigade: (charging) Wenn ist das Nunstrück git und Slotermeyer? Ja! ... Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput.

 

 

 

(They chant the joke. Germans are put to fight laughing, some dropping to ground.)

 

Voice Over: The German casualties were appalling.

 

(Cut to a German hospital and a ward full of casualties still laughing hysterically.

Cut to Nazi interrogation room. An officer from the joke bngade has a light shining in his face. A Gestapo officer is interrogating him; another stands behind him.)

 

 

 

Nazi: Vott is the big joke?

 

Officer: I can only give you name, rank, and why did the chicken cross the road?

 

Nazi: That's not funny! (slaps him) I vant to know the joke.

 

Officer: All right. How do you make a Nazi cross?

 

Nazi: (momentarily fooled) I don't know ... how do you make a Nazi cross?

 

Officer: Tread on his corns. (does so; the Nazi hops in pain)

 

Nazi: Gott in Himell; that's not funny! (mimes cuffing him while the other Nazi claps his hands to provide the sound effect) Now if you don't tell me the joke, I shall hit you properly.

 

Officer: I can stand physical pain, you know.

 

Nazi: Ah... you're no fun. All right, Otto.

 

(Otto starts tickling the officer who starts laughing,)

 

Officer: Oh no - anything but that please no, all fight I'll tell you.

 

(They stop tickling him)

 

Nazi: Quick Otto. The typewriter.

 

(Otto goes to the typewriter and they wait expeaantly. The officer produces piece of paper out of his breast pocket and reads.)

 

Officer: Wenn ist das Nunstrück git und Slotermeyer? Ja!... Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput.

 

(Otto at the typewriter explodes with laughter and dies.)

 

Nazi: Ach! Zat iss not funny!

 

(Nazi burts into laughter and dies. A German guard bursts in with machine gun, The British officer leaps on the table.)

 

Officer: (lightning speed) Wenn ist das Nunstrück git und Slotermeyer? Ja! .. Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput.

 

(The guard reels back and collapses laughing. British officer makes his escape. Cut to a film of German scientists working in laboratories.)

 

Voice Over: But at Peenemunde in the Autumn of '44, the Germans were working on a joke of their own.

 

(A German general is seated at an imposing desk. Behind him stands Otto, labelled 'A Different Gestapo Officer'. Bespectacled German scientist/joke writer enters room. He clean his throat and reads from card.)

 

German Joker: Die ist ein Kinnerhunder und zwei Mackel über und der bitte schön ist den Wunderhaus sprechensie. 'Nein' sprecht der Herren 'Ist aufern borger mit zveitingen'.

 

He finishes and looks hopeful.

 

Otto: We let you know.

 

 

 

(He shoots him.

Film of German scientists.)

 

 

 

Voice Over: But by December their joke was ready, and Hitler gave the order for the German V-Joke to be broadcast in English.

 

(Cut to 1940's wartime radio set with couple anxiously listening to it.)

 

 

 

Radio: (crackly German voice) Der ver zwei peanuts, valking down der strasse, and von vas... assaulted! peanut. Ho-ho-ho-ho.

 

(Radio bunts into 'Deutschland Über Alles'. The couple look at each other and then in blank amazement at the radio. Cut to modern BBC 2 interview. The commentator in a woodland glade.)

 

Commentator (Eric Idle): In 1945 Peace broke out. It was the end of the Joke. Joke warfare was banned at a special session of the Geneva Convention, and in I950 the last remaining copy of the joke was laid to rest here in the Berkshire countryside, never to be told again.

 

(He walks away revealing a monument on which is written: 'To the unknown Joke'.

 

 

 

Camera pulls away slowly through idyllic setting. Patriotic music reaches crescendo.)

[acdcfanbill]

...And now, a man with nine legs...

He's run off.

..Aww Bloody hell!

 

 

 

MP rules, i modeled my whole life after them*

 

 

*note: with the exception of ghramn** chapmans uhh, prefrence...

 

**note: i cannot spell...

[Darth Groovy]

Eric Idle: And now for something completely different. A man with three

 

buttocks!

 

 

 

Host (John Cleese): I have with me Mr Arthur Frampton who... (pause)

 

Mr. Frampton, I understand that you - um - as it were...

 

(pause) Well let me put it another way. Erm, I believe

 

that whereas most people have - er - two... Two.

 

Frampton (Michael Palin): Oh, sure.

 

Host: Ah well, er, Mr Frampton. Erm, is that chair comfortable?

 

Frampton: Fine, yeah, fine.

 

Host: Mr Frampton, er, vis a vis your... (pause) rump.

 

Frampton: I beg your pardon?

 

Host: Your rump.

 

Frampton: What?

 

Host: Er, your derriere. (Whispers) Posterior. Sit-upon.

 

Frampton: What's that?

 

Host (whispers): Your buttocks.

 

Frampton: Oh, me bum!

 

Host (hurriedly): Sshhh! Well now, I understand that you, Mr Frampton, have

 

a... (pause) 50% bonus in the region of what you say.

 

Frampton: I got three cheeks.

 

Host: Yes, yes, excellent, excellent. Well we were wondering, Mr Frampton,

 

if you could see your way clear to giving us a quick... (pause) a

 

quick visual... (long pause). Mr Frampton, would you take your

 

trousers down.

 

Frampton: What? (to cameramen) 'Ere, get that away! I'm not taking me

 

trousers down on television. What do you think I am?

 

Host: Please take them down.

 

Frampton: No!

 

Host: No, er look, er Mr Frampton. It's quite easy for somebody just to

 

come along here claiming... that they have a bit to spare in the

 

botty department. The point is, our viewers need proof.

 

Frampton: I been on Persian Radio, and the Forces' Network!