De allerbeste Monty Python sketch

Naast de bovenstaande sketches:

- Bicycle Repair Man
- de 'Spam'-sketch
- 'Nudge nudge wink wink'

... en vast nog meer. Think...

Oh, dit is wel zo verschrikkelijk moeilijk!!
Ik vind zo ongeveer alles wat er door deze heren gemaakt is goed. Als ik dit hierboven allemaal lees, kan ik niet echt een favoriet kiezen.

Ik ga dan toch niet voor een sketch, maar een scene uit de film "The life of Brian". De Romeinen zijn naar 'm op zoek en hij verstopt zich in een oude kleine woning, achter een douchegordijn die hij met zijn armen omhoog houdt. Tientallen Romeinen stampvoeten de kamer van ongeveer 4 bij 4 binnen, en 2 seconden later weer naar buiten met de medeling "nee, hier is-ie ook niet".

ROTFLOL ---> iedere keer als ik het zie weer!

-Graham Chapman: Trouble at mill.
-Carol Cleveland: Oh no - what kind of trouble?
-Chapman: One on't cross beams gone owt askew on treddle.
-Cleveland: Pardon?
-Chapman: One on't cross beams gone owt askew on treddle.
-Cleveland: I don't understand what you're saying.
-Chapman: (slightly irritatedly and with exaggeratedly clear accent) One of the cross beams has gone out askew on the treddle.
-Cleveland: Well what on earth does that mean?
-Chapman: *I* don't know - Mr Wentworth just told me to come in here and say that there was trouble at the mill, that's all - I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.
(JARRING CHORD)
(The door flies open and Cardinal Ximinez of Spain (Palin) enters, flanked by two junior cardinals. Cardinal Biggles (Jones) has goggles pushed over his forehead. Cardinal Fang (Gilliam) is just Cardinal Fang)
- Ximinez: NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition! Our chief weapon is suprise...surprise and fear...fear and surprise.... Our two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... Our *three* weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... Our *four*...no... *Amongst* our weapons.... Amongst our weaponry...are such elements as fear, surprise.... I'll come in again. (Exit and exeunt)
- Chapman: I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.
(JARRING CHORD)
(The cardinals burst in)
-Ximinez: NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition! Amongst our weaponry are such diverse elements as: fear, surprise, ruthless efficiency, an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope, and nice red uniforms - Oh damn! (To Cardinal Biggles) I can't say it - you'll have to say it.
-Biggles: What?
-Ximinez: You'll have to say the bit about 'Our chief weapons are ...'
-Biggles: (rather horrified): I couldn't do that...
(Ximinez bundles the cardinals outside again)
-Chapman: I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.
(JARRING CHORD)
(The cardinals enter)
-Biggles: Er.... Nobody...um....
-Ximinez: Expects...
-Biggles: Expects... Nobody expects the...um...the Spanish...um...
-Ximinez: Inquisition.
-Biggles: I know, I know! Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition. In fact, those who do expect -
-Ximinez: Our chief weapons are...
-Biggles: Our chief weapons are...um...er...
-Ximinez: Surprise...
-Biggles: Surprise and --
-Ximinez: Okay, stop. Stop. Stop there - stop there. Stop. Phew! Ah! ...our chief weapons are surprise...blah blah blah. Cardinal, read the charges.
-Fang: You are hereby charged that you did on diverse dates commit heresy against the Holy Church. 'My old man said follow the--'
-Biggles: That's enough. (To Cleveland) Now, how do you plead?
-Cleveland: We're innocent.
-Ximinez: Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
(Superimposed caption: 'DIABOLICAL LAUGHTER')
-Biggles: We'll soon change your mind about that!
(Superimposed caption: 'DIABOLICAL ACTING')
-Ximinez: Fear, surprise, and a most ruthless-- (controls himself with a supreme effort) Ooooh! Now, Cardinal -- the rack!
(Biggles produces a plastic-coated dish-drying rack. Ximinez looks at it and clenches his teeth in an effort not to lose control. He hums heavily to cover
his anger)
-Ximinez: You....Right! Tie her down.
(Fang and Biggles make a pathetic attempt to tie her on to the drying rack)
-Ximinez: Right! How do you plead?
-Cleveland: Innocent.
-Ximinez: Ha! Right! Cardinal, give the rack (oh dear) give the rack a turn.
(Biggles stands their awkwardly and shrugs his shoulders)
-Biggles: I....
-Ximinez: (gritting his teeth) I *know*, I know you can't. I didn't want to say anything. I just wanted to try and ignore your crass mistake.
-Biggles: I...
-Ximinez: It makes it all seem so stupid.
-Biggles: Shall I...?
-Ximinez: No, just pretend for God's sake. Ha! Ha! Ha!
(Biggles turns an imaginary handle on the side of the dish-rack)
(Cut to them torturing a dear old lady, Marjorie Wilde).
-Ximinez: Now, old woman -- you are accused of heresy on three counts -- heresy by thought, heresy by word, heresy by deed, and heresy by action -- *four* counts. Do you confess?
-Wilde: I don't understand what I'm accused of.
-Ximinez: Ha! Then we'll make you understand! Biggles! Fetch...THE CUSHIONS!
(JARRING CHORD)
(Biggles holds out two ordinary modern household cushions)
-Biggles: Here they are, lord.
-Ximinez: Now, old lady -- you have one last chance. Confess the heinous sin of heresy, reject the works of the ungodly -- *two* last chances. And you shall be free -- *three* last chances. you have three last chances, the nature of which I have divulged in my previous utterance.
-Wilde: I don't know what you're talking about.
-Ximinez: Right! If that's the way you want it -- Cardinal! Poke her with the soft cushions!
(Biggles carries out this rather pathetic torture)
Ximinez: Confess! Confess! Confess!
-Biggles: It doesn't seem to be hurting her, lord.
-Ximinez: Have you got all the stuffing up one end?
-Biggles: Yes, lord.
-Ximinez (angrily hurling away the cushions): Hm! She is made of harder stuff! Cardinal Fang! Fetch...THE COMFY CHAIR!
(JARRING CHORD)
(Zoom into Fang's horrified face)
-Fang (terrified): The...Comfy Chair?
(Biggles pushes in a comfy chair -- a really plush one)
-Ximinez: So you think you are strong because you can survive the soft cushions. Well, we shall see. Biggles! Put her in the Comfy Chair!
(They roughly push her into the Comfy Chair)
-Ximinez (with a cruel leer): Now -- you will stay in the Comfy Chair until lunch time, with only a cup of coffee at eleven. (aside, to Biggles) Is that really all it is?
-Biggles: Yes, lord.
-Ximinez: I see. I suppose we make it worse by shouting a lot, do we? Confess, woman. Confess! Confess! Confess! Confess!
-Biggles: I confess!
-Ximinez: Not you!

laat ik nou toevallig zo'n beetje alle mp sketsjes hebben....

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Op 15 juli 2000 15:17 schreef Zanderrr het volgende:
Naast de bovenstaande sketches:
- 'Nudge nudge wink wink'

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say no more say no more !!!

en natuurlijk the Ministry of Silly Walks

e.v.a.

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Op 15 juli 2000 18:11 schreef DIGGER het volgende:
Ik lig trouwens ook altijd dubbel om die sketch met de olympiade voor mensen zonder levenslust......

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Of wat dacht je van de marathon voor incontinenten, om de 2 meter moet er een lossen om even tegen een boom aan te plassen.
De 100 meter horden (ofzo) voor mensen met een probleem met hun richtingsgevoel is ook heel leuk. Na het startschot holt de hele meute een andere kant op (behalve de goede).

Hmmmm eeeeens kijken hoor...

Allereerst Dig, die scene die jij zei met de vastgebonden konijnen en onder een balk doorlopen enzo was de 'Twit of the year' contest..

Anyway mijn top.. (uit mijn hoofd geciteerd, dus euh niet al te critisch, ja?). Hrm er zijn er ZO veel. Ik heb geen echte volgorde..

1/ Scene bij de cave of caer-bannhog (cave of death).. "THERE HE IS! - What, behind the Rabbit? - it IS the rabbit!"

2/ Appeal on behalf of insanity. "Good evening. There are people amongst us, who, through no fault of their own.. are sane. Some of them were born sane, some of them became sane later in their life. It is up to people like you and me, who are out of our tiny little minds, to help these people overcome their sanity"

3/ The miracle of Birth. "There the baby is! Scare it!. <navelstreng.. *hak*> - okay take it away. We'll send you the videotape." - "Is it a boy or a girl?" - "Do you want to impose rolemodels on it already?? Tsk."

4/ Fish slapping scene. *DIT* is namelijk, dames en heren, de origine van een bekende internet term. Ik dacht namelijk dat het forel was.. "trout" - en dus daar, heb ik, de term "puntloos slaps you with a large trout" bedacht. Achteraf bleken het dus herrings te zijn.. - maar wel lekker duidelijk dat het dus mensen zijn die mij copieren - gebeurt niet vaak dat mensen jouw citaten terug naar jou citeren

5/ Beethoven's Mynah Bird. "You don't fool me you stupid bird, I'm not deaf yet! Gott im himmel I never get any peace here!!"

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Op 15 juli 2000 18:11 schreef DIGGER het volgende:
Ik lig trouwens ook altijd dubbel om die sketch met de olympiade voor mensen zonder levenslust, waarbij ze o.a. onder een balk door moeten lopen (die op 1.80 ligt), een reeds vastgebonden met gespreide poten vlak boven het gras hangend konijn doodschieten, een slapend persoon wekken door met de autodeur te slaan, maar vooral het moment waarop die mannen vrouwelijke etalagepoppen van hun BH moeten ontdoen waarbij ze over de vrouw heen struikelen, armen en benen eraf vliegen, hoofden achterstevoren gedraaid worden etc.

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Die is idd heeeeeeeeel erg grappig

Praline
(John Cleese) Hello, I wish to register a complaint..... Hello? Miss?
Shopkeeper
(Michael Palin) What do you mean, miss?
Praline Oh, I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint.
Shopkeeper Sorry, we're closing for lunch.
Praline Never mind that my lad, I wish to complain about a parrot what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique.
Shopkeeper Oh yes, the Norwegian Blue. What's wrong with it?
Praline I'll tell you what's wrong with it. It's dead, that's what's wrong with it.
Shopkeeper No, no it's resting look!
Praline Look my lad, I know a dead parrot when I see one and I'm looking at one right now.
Shopkeeper No, no sir, it's not dead. It's resting.
Praline Resting!?!
Shopkeeper Yeah, remarkable bird the Norwegian Blue, beautiful plumage, inn't?
Praline The plumage don't enter into it - it's stone dead.
Shopkeeper No, no - it's just resting.
Praline All right then, if it's resting I'll wake it up. (shouts in into cage) Hello Polly! I've got a nice cuttlefish for you when you wake up, Polly Parrot!
Shopkeeper
(jogging cage) There it moved.
Praline No he didn't. That was you pushing the cage.
Shopkeeper I did not.
Praline Yes, you did. (takes parrot out of cage, shouts) Hello Polly, Polly (bangs it against the counter) Polly Parrot, wake up. Polly (throws it in the air and it lands on the floor) Now that's what I call a dead parrot.
Shopkeeper No, no it's stunned.
Praline Look my lad, I've had just about enough of this. That parrot is definitely deceased. And when I bought it not half an hour ago, you assured me that its lack of movement was due to it being tired shagged out after a long squawk.
Shopkeeper It's probably pining for the fjords.
Praline Pining for the fjords, what kind of talk is that? Look, why did it fall flat on its back the moment I got it home?
Shopkeeper The Norwegian Blue prefers kipping on its back. Beautiful bird, lovely plumage.
Praline Look, I took the liberty of examining the parrot, and I discovered that the only reason that it had been sitting on its perch in the first place was that it had been nailed there.
Shopkeeper Well of course it was nailed there. Otherwise it would muscle up to those bars and voom.
Praline Look matey (picks up parrot) this parrot wouldn't go voom if I put four thousand volts through it. It's bleeding demised.
Shopkeeper It's not. It's pining.
Praline It's not pining, it's passed on. This parrot is no more. It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late parrot. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies. It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-parrot.
Shopkeeper Well I'd better replace it then.
Praline
(to camera) If you want to get anything done in this country you've got to complain till you're blue in the mouth.
Shopkeeper Sorry guv', we're right out a parrots.
Praline I see. I see. I get the picture.
Shopkeeper I've got a slug.
Praline Does it talk?
Shopkeeper Not really, no.
Praline Well, it's scarcely a replacement, then is it?
Shopkeeper Listen, I'll tell you what, (handing over a card) tell you what, if you go to my brother's pet shop in Bolton he'll replace your parrot for you.
Praline Bolton eh?
Shopkeeper Yeah.
Praline All right.
He leaves, holding the parrot.
CAPTION: 'A SIMILAR PET SHOP IN BOLTON, LANCS'
Close-up of sign on door reading: 'Similar Pet Shops Ltd'. Pull back from sign to see same pet shop. Shopkeeper now has a moustache. Praline walks into the shop. He looks around with interest, noticing the empty parrot cage on the floor.
Praline Er, excuse me. This is Bolton, is it?
Shopkeeper No, no it's ,er, Ipswich.
Praline
(to camera) That's Inter-City Rail for you (leaves)
Man in porters outfit standing at complaints desk for railways. Praline approaches.
Praline I wish to make a complaint.
Porter
(Terry Jones) I don't have to do this, you know.
Praline I beg your pardon?
Porter I'm a qualified brain surgeon. I only do this because I like being my own boss.
Praline Er, excuse me, this is irrelevant, isn't it?
Porter Oh yeah, it's not easy to pad these out in thirty minutes.
Praline Well I wish to make a complaint. I got on to the Bolton train and found myself deposited here in Ipswich.
Porter No, this is Bolton.
Praline If this is Bolton, I shall return to the pet shop.
CAPTION: 'A LITTLE LATER LTD'
Praline walks into the shop again.
Praline I understand this IS Bolton.
Shopkeeper Yes.
Praline Well, you told me it was Ipswich.
Shopkeeper It was a pun.
Praline A pun?
Shopkeeper No, no, not a pun, no. What's the other thing which reads the same backwards as forwards?
Praline A palindrome?
Shopkeeper Yes, yes.
Praline It's not a palindrome. The palindrome of Bolton would be Notlob. It don't work.
Shopkeeper Look, what do you want?
Praline No, I'm sorry, I'm not prepared to pursue my line of enquiry any further as I think this is getting too silly.

Ah, the Parrot Sketch. Die is ook lachen!

De sketch met de piloten die vervelen, waarop eentje de intercom anzet en heel rustig zegt..."Ladies and Gentlemen, there is absolutely no reason to panic..."

Of de sketch met het job-interview en het belletje

Veel zijn al genoemd, maar erg goed blijft ook:
- De sketch waarin de heren "Hilter" "Heimlich Bimmler" en "Ron Vibbentrop" (duidelijk in nazi-uniformen) mee willen doen aan de verkiezingen van North Minehead met hun National Bocialist Party. Agendapunt 1: de annexatie van Polen.... "I don't like the sound of these 'ere boncentration bamps."
- De sketch waarin Dino en Luigi Vercotti proberen om het leger af te persen: "We can guarantee you that not a single armoured division will get done over for fifteen bob a week."

Scene 1
[wind]
[clop clop clop]
King Arthur: Whoa there!
[clop clop clop]
Soldier #1: Halt! Who goes there?
Arthur: It is I, Arthur, son of Uther Pendragon, from the castle of Camelot. King of the Britons, defeater of the Saxons, Sovereign of all England!
Soldier #1: Pull the other one!
Arthur: I am, ...and this is my trusty servant Patsy. We have ridden the length and breadth of the land in search of knights who will join me in my court at Camelot. I must speak with your lord and master.
Soldier #1: What? Ridden on a horse?
Arthur: Yes!
Soldier #1: You're using coconuts!
Arthur: What?
Soldier #1: You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're bangin' 'em together.
Arthur: So? We have ridden since the snows of winter covered this land, through the kingdom of Mercia, through--
Soldier #1: Where'd you get the coconuts?
Arthur: We found them.
Soldier #1: Found them? In Mercia? The coconut's tropical!
Arthur: What do you mean?
Soldier #1: Well, this is a temperate zone.
Arthur: The swallow may fly south with the sun or the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land?
Soldier #1: Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?
Arthur: Not at all. They could be carried.
Soldier #1: What? A swallow carrying a coconut?
Arthur: It could grip it by the husk!
Soldier #1: It's not a question of where he grips it! It's a simple question of weight ratios! A five ounce bird could not carry a one pound coconut.
Arthur: Well, it doesn't matter. Will you go and tell your master that Arthur from the Court of Camelot is here?
Soldier #1: Listen. In order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings forty-three times every second, right?
Arthur: Please!
Soldier #1: Am I right?
Arthur: I'm not interested!
Soldier #2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
Soldier #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European swallow. That's my point.
Soldier #2: Oh, yeah, I agree with that.
Arthur: Will you ask your master if he wants to join my court at Camelot?!
Soldier #1: But then of course a-- African swallows are non-migratory.
Soldier #2: Oh, yeah...
Soldier #1: So, they couldn't bring a coconut back anyway...
[clop clop clop]
Soldier #2: Wait a minute! Supposing two swallows carried it together?
Soldier #1: No, they'd have to have it on a line.
Soldier #2: Well, simple! They'd just use a strand of creeper!
Soldier #1: What, held under the dorsal guiding feathers?
Soldier #2: Well, why not?

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Narrative Interlude

Narrator: Sir Launcelot had saved Sir Galahad from almost certain temptation, but they were still no nearer the Grail. Meanwhile, King Arthur and Sir Bedevere, not more than a swallow's flight away, had discovered something. Oh, that's an unladen swallow's flight, obviously. I mean, they were more than two laden swallows' flights away-- four, really, if they had a coconut on a line between them. I mean, if the birds were walking and dragging--
Crowd: Get on with it!
Narrator: Oh, anyway. On to scene twenty-four, which is a smashing scene with some lovely acting, in which Arthur discovers a vital clue, and in which there aren't any swallows, although I think you can hear a starling-- oooh!
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Scene 23

[gurgle]
Galahad: There it is!
Arthur: The Bridge of Death!
Robin: Oh, great.
Arthur: Look! There's the old man from scene twenty-four!
Bedevere: What is he doing here?
Arthur: He is the keeper of the Bridge of Death. He asks each traveller five questions--
Galahad: Three questions.
Arthur: Three questions. He who answers the five questions--
Galahad: Three questions.
Arthur: Three questions may cross in safety.
Robin: What if you get a question wrong?
Arthur: Then you are cast into the Gorge of Eternal Peril.
Robin: Oh, I won't go.
Galahad: Who's going to answer the questions?
Arthur: Sir Robin!
Robin: Yes?
Arthur: Brave Sir Robin, you go.
Robin: Hey! I've got a great idea. Why doesn't Launcelot go?
Launcelot: Yes. Let me go, my liege. I will take him single-handed. I shall make a feint to the north-east that s--
Arthur: No, no. No. Hang on! Hang on! Hang on! Just answer the five questions--
Galahad: Three questions.
Arthur: Three questions as best you can, and we shall watch... and pray.
Launcelot: I understand, my liege.
Arthur: Good luck, brave Sir Launcelot. God be with you.
Bridgekeeper: Stop! Who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see.
Launcelot: Ask me the questions, bridgekeeper. I am not afraid.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your name?
Launcelot: My name is 'Sir Launcelot of Camelot'.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your quest?
Launcelot: To seek the Holy Grail.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your favourite colour?
Launcelot: Blue.
Bridgekeeper: Right. Off you go.
Launcelot: Oh, thank you. Thank you very much.
Robin: That's easy!
Bridgekeeper: Stop! Who approacheth the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see.
Robin: Ask me the questions, bridgekeeper. I'm not afraid.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your name?
Robin: 'Sir Robin of Camelot'.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your quest?
Robin: To seek the Holy Grail.
Bridgekeeper: What... is the capital of Assyria?
[pause]
Robin: I don't know that! Auuuuuuuugh!
Bridgekeeper: Stop! What... is your name?
Galahad: 'Sir Galahad of Camelot'.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your quest?
Galahad: I seek the Grail.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your favourite colour?
Galahad: Blue. No, yel-- auuuuuuuugh!
Bridgekeeper: Hee hee heh. Stop! What... is your name?
Arthur: It is 'Arthur', King of the Britons.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your quest?
Arthur: To seek the Holy Grail.
Bridgekeeper: What... is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
Arthur: What do you mean? An African or European swallow?
Bridgekeeper: Huh? I-- I don't know that! Auuuuuuuugh!
Bedevere: How do know so much about swallows?
Arthur: Well, you have to know these things when you're a king, you know.

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Er was ook een scene met 'typisch' Britse sport die bestond uit verminkte onderdelen atletiek, met zelfbedachte golftermen, en fluisterend plechtig (duo)verslag. Heel cool

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Op 15 juli 2000 22:04 schreef puntloos het volgende:
4/ Fish slapping scene. *DIT* is namelijk, dames en heren, de origine van een bekende internet term. Ik dacht namelijk dat het forel was.. "trout" - en dus daar, heb ik, de term "puntloos slaps you with a large trout" bedacht. Achteraf bleken het dus herrings te zijn.. - maar wel lekker duidelijk dat het dus mensen zijn die mij copieren - gebeurt niet vaak dat mensen jouw citaten terug naar jou citeren

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Dus dankzij jou zit er in elke Mirc versie de trout slapping optie?

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Op 18 juli 2000 13:07 schreef Herald het volgende:
Dus dankzij jou zit er in elke Mirc versie de trout slapping optie?

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Vermoed van wel. Zoals ik beschreef, ik heb zelf het foute 'slaps you with a large trout' bedacht (want het moest dus herring zijn) - de kans dat iemand anders ook nog eens dezelfde fout maakte is aanwezig, maar ik acht em niet waarschijnlijk.

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Op 16 juli 2000 03:51 schreef risk one het volgende:
Of de sketch met het job-interview en het belletje

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Dat is die van "goooooodbyeeeeeedingdingdingdingdingdingding" ?
Die is leuk ja

Ook wel leuk is die met "five penny please", waarbij een man de kwaal heeft dat iedereen altijd dubbel ligt om alles wat hij zegt. Dat stuk waarbij hij ontslagen wordt, geweldig!

En die expeditie naar de twee toppen van de Kilimanjaro

Deze vind ik ook sterk:

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.

<snip>

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

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Op 18 juli 2000 13:01 schreef Lord of the Backstage het volgende:
Er was ook een scene met 'typisch' Britse sport die bestond uit verminkte onderdelen atletiek, met zelfbedachte golftermen, en fluisterend plechtig (duo)verslag.

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Was die niet van Jiskefet? Of hebben die het nagedaan later?

Ik vind de silly walk erg leuk en de parot scetch.
En dat alle Engelsen worden veranderen in Schotten.

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Mr. Orange op 18-07-2000 20:33]

Ik vond de duitse show ook geweldig

(de show die ze voor de duitse tv opnamen, DUITS gesproken. Met het origineel van de lumberjack song)

Met stip, the ministry of silly walks ))

Of 'The killing joke' waarin een bijzondere mop de toehoorder doet sterven van het lachen? Het ministerie van defensie doet dan onderzoek met een speciale eenheid met watjes in de oren die knetterhard die mop over het slachtveld brullen.