Monty Python?

[Kzinistzerg]

So does anyone else like this stuff? It's brilliant. Pity they stopped showing it a while ago, becuase I was too small at the time to get most of what they said... I'm including the movies, too. Some of those songs... hehe...

The part in "Partying is Such Sweet Soiree" when Bloo's pointing out where all the stuff is to Mac reminds me of the "Know what I mean" sketch. Sheer genius, I tell ya.

Minstrel:----------------------------Robin:

Brave Sir Robin ran away.--------------No!
Bravely ran away away....-------------I didn't!
When Danger reared its ugly head,
He bravely turned his tail and fled------No!!
Yes brave Sir Robin turned about ------I didn't!
And gallantly chickened out..

Bravely taking to his feet
For a very brave retreat

Bravely bravely bravely bravely-------I never did!
Bravely bravely bravely bravely-------All lies!
Bravely bravely brave Sir Robin!------I never!

Launcelot: We were in the nick of time; you were in great peril!
Galahad: I *don't* think I was.
Launcelot: Yes you were, you were in *terrible* peril.
Galahad: Look. Let me go back in there and *face* the peril.
Launcelot: No, it's too perilous.
Galahad: But my duty as a knight is to stop as much peril as I can.
Launcelot: No, we've got to find the Holy Grail. Come on.
Galahad: Oh, let me have just a *little bit* of Peril?
Launcelot: No; it's unhealthy.

[Sparky]

Let's just say I'm a fan. :) My brother has all of the DVDs, fortunately.

[Cheesecake_Recipe]

Well you can't have Eggs, bacon, and Spam without the Spam, now can you?

[Kzinistzerg]

Nice to hear it.

Of course, if I do say so myself, spam sausage spam spam bacon spam tomato and spam is better.

[taranchula]

Takes a deep breath......

We're............ Knights of the Round Table,
We dance when ere we're able,
We do routines and chorus scenes
With footwork impeccable.
We dine well here in Camelot,
We eat ham and jam and spam a lot.
We're Knights of the Round Table,
Our show are formidable,
But many times, we're given rhymes
That are quite unsingable.
We're Opera mad in Camelot,
We sing from the diaphragm
a looooooot.
In war we're tough and able,
Quite indefatigable,
Between our quests we sequin vests,
And impersonate Clark Gable.
It's a busy life in Camelot,
I have to push the pram a lot.

(And if that wasn't enough...)

Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'.
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide.
We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point.
We go 'round every two hundred million years,
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.
The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.

[Kzinistzerg]

Yeah... I like the undertaker sketch but I don't think it's appropriate... hehe..

[billytheskink]

They're funny fellows, especially in the Flying Circus sketches.

My father is an even bigger Monty Python fan, he taped most of the their shows off the local PBS station back in the 1980's.

[Beavergard Q. Kazoo]

I SOOO wish we had the Monty Python collection at home! My mom's old boyfriend had a boxset of Monty Python's Flying Circus.

We DO have Monty Python and the Holy Grail though:bloogrin . Heh, I even hollowed out a coconut shell so I could have my own 'horse'.

[Kzinistzerg]

Brilliant! Have you seen the lego version of the camelot song?

[Chaos Wielder]

I'm so unfortunate...I've never gotten the chance to see the great masterpiece that is Monty Python (well, except for a few clips here and there). I'd definitely love to have a collection of it, though. ;)

[Starsky]

The fact that I know every single Monty Python song by heart should tell you I'm not healthy. I love those guys.

[Kzinistzerg]

Don't worry most of us arent quite right in the head.

[taranchula]

Don't worry most of us arent quite right in the head.

In that case maybe you should go see "the Brain Specialist".... "THE BRAIN SPECIALIST!!!" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HQgF0pRkjMc) ;)

[Kzinistzerg]

Don't know that one.

Well, when your thoughts go like this:

Neville Shunt's latest West End Success, "It all Happened on the 11.20 from
Hainault to Redhill via Horsham and Reigate, calling at Carshalton Beeches,
Malmesbury, Tooting Bec and Croydon West," is currently appearing at the Limp
Theatre, Piccadilly. What Shunt is doing in this, as in his earlier nine
plays, is to express the human condition in terms of British Rail.

Some people have made the mistake of seeing Shunt's work as a load of rubbish
about railway timetables, but clever people like me who talk loudly in
restaurants see this as a deliberate ambiguity, a plea for understanding in a
mechanised mansion. The points are frozen, the beast is dead. What is the
difference? What indeed is the point? The point is frozen, the beast is late
out of Paddington. The point is taken. If La Fontaine's elk would spurn Tom
Jones the engine must be our head, the dining car our oesophagus, the guards
van our left lung, the cattle truck our shins, the first class compartment the
piece of skin at the nape of the neck and the level crossing an electric elk
called Simon. The clarity is devastating. But where is the ambiguity? Over
there in a box. Shunt is saying the 8.15 from Gillingham when in reality he
means the 8.13 from Gillingham. The train is the same, only the time is
altered. Ecce homo, ergo elk. La Fontaine knew its sister and knew her bloody
well. The point is taken, the beast is moulting, the fluff gets up your nose.
The illusion is complete; it is reality, the reality is illusion and the
ambiguity is the only truth. But is the truth, as Hitchcock observes, in the
box? No, there isn't room, the ambiguity has put on weight. The point is
taken, the elk is dead, the beast stops at Swindon, Chabrol stops at nothing,
I'm having treatment and La Fontaine can get knotted.

Then your caretakers should get you away from the keyboard and back into your nice padded room.

[billytheskink]

The fact that I know every single Monty Python song by heart should tell you I'm not healthy.
As long as you aren't dim (of the yard).

[don Jaime]

The local PBS station is running them here for the first time in...maybe ever. (We get Red Green now, too! So awesome!) Monty Python is amazing. It's fresh after 40 years, and still feels different from everything else, even though everything else has obviously been cribbing from it ever since.

The Lumberjack Song may be my favorite. They even played it at the George Harrison funeral concert. Not a bad way to go, suspendies and a brahr.

[Government Man]

Well, if we're going to start quoting...

I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so anyway, I said to her, I said, they can't afford that on what he earns, I mean for a start the feathers get up your nose, I ask you, four and six a pound, and him with a wooden leg, I don't know how she puts up with it after all the trouble she's had with her you-know-what, anyway it was a white wedding much to everyone's surprise, of course they bought everything on the hire purchase, I think they ought to send them back where they came from, I mean you've got to be cruel to be kind so Mrs. Harris said, so she said, she said, she said, the dead crab she said, she said. Well, her sister's gone to Rhodesia what with her womb and all, and her youngest, her youngest as thin as a filing cabinet, and the goldfish, the goldfish they've got whooping cough they keep spitting water all over their Bratbys, well, they do don't they, I mean you can't, can you, I mean they're not even married or anything, they're not even divorced, and he's in the KGB if you ask me, he says he's a tree surgeon but I don't like the sound of his liver, all that squeaking and banging every night till the small hours, his mother's been much better since she had her head off, yes she has, I said, don't you talk to me about bladders, I said...

"There are a great many people in the country today who, through no fault of their own, are sane."

[billytheskink]

(We get Red Green now, too! So awesome!)

Lucky

[Kzinistzerg]

Augh, lucky! I wish we got Red-Green... Such a great show...

[Nyo]

I saw a little bit of Monty Python and The Holy Grail...