Respond with Monty Python

"Well why don't you move into more conventional areas of confectionery?! Like praline or lime creamery -- a popular flavor, I'm led to understand -- or raspberry delight!

"And what's this one, what's this one? Here we are. Cockroach custard. . . .

"Anthrax ripple. . . ."

"Blehh! (vomits)"

"(For those of you listening at home, the young constable has just thrown up into his helmet. This is the longest continuous vomit seen on Broadway since John Barrymore puked over Laertes in the second act of Hamlet, in 1941.)"
 
At the opening of the Sydney Bridge Club they were fishing the out of main sewers every half hour.
 
At the opening of the Sydney Bridge Club they were fishing the out of main sewers every half hour.

"Real emetic fans will also go for a Hobart Muddy, a prize-winning queve reserv-ee Chateau Bottle Nourisse au Wogga Wogga, which has a bouquet like an aborigine's armpit."
 
At the opening of the Sydney Bridge Club they were fishing the out of main sewers every half hour.

"Real emetic fans will also go for a Hobart Muddy, a prize-winning queve reserv-ee Chateau Bottle Nourisse au Wogga Wogga, which has a bouquet like an aborigine's armpit."

(C'mon Lit, in your best fake Aussie accent, all together:)

This is not a wine for drinking; this is a wine for laying down and avoiding
 
Frank was just asking 'what's new?'.

Was he?

Yeah,... mhmm.

Hey, look. Howard's being eaten.

Is he? Makes you think, doesn't it?

Mmm.

I mean, what's it all about?

Beats me.
 
"Today in Silly Noises, our two teams will be the Bournemouth and District Amateur Gynecologists, who will be taking on our champion, from Goole in Yorkshire, the Humber and District Catholic River Wideners Club."
 
Listen... chaps... there's still a chance. I'm... done for, I've got a gammy leg and I'm going fast; I'll never get through. But some of you might. So... you'd better eat me.

Eat you, sir?

Yes. Eat me.

Iiuuhh! With a gammy leg?

You needn't eat the leg, Thompson. There's still plenty of good meat. Look at that arm!
 
Listen... chaps... there's still a chance. I'm... done for, I've got a gammy leg and I'm going fast; I'll never get through. But some of you might. So... you'd better eat me.

Eat you, sir?

Yes. Eat me.

Iiuuhh! With a gammy leg?

You needn't eat the leg, Thompson. There's still plenty of good meat. Look at that arm!

"No sign of land. How long is it?"

"That's a rather personal question, sir!"
 
"And, if you're not at your table spot on seven you miss your bowl of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom Soup, the first item on the menu of International cuisine.'
 
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