TK Bunnies
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Out of curiosity, am I the only here who love's Monty Python?
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okiron
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Nope I <3 them 
JimD
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"Run away!"
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Korr_and_Sophie
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NI!
Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-PTANG. Zoom-Boing. Z'nourrwringmm.
Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-Ekki-PTANG. Zoom-Boing. Z'nourrwringmm.
JimD
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Korr_and_Sophie wrote:
no
no
Bassetluv
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"Blancmange!!!"
"Anyone for a game of tennis?"
"Moy brain hurts"
"He's not pining...he's passed on! This is an EX-PARROT!!"
"Nudge nudge...wink wink...SAY NO MORE...!"
oh...and of course:
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"IT'S..."
"Anyone for a game of tennis?"
"Moy brain hurts"
"He's not pining...he's passed on! This is an EX-PARROT!!"
"Nudge nudge...wink wink...SAY NO MORE...!"
oh...and of course:
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"IT'S..."
Bassetluv
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One of my fav songs from the show (hopefully no offense taken):
I wanted to be... a lumberjack!
Leaping from tree to tree, as they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia. The Giant Redwood. The Larch. The Fir! The mighty Scots Pine! The lofty flowering Cherry! The plucky little Apsen! The limping Roo tree of Nigeria. The towering Wattle of Aldershot! The Maidenhead Weeping Water Plant! The naughty Leicestershire Flashing Oak! The flatulent Elm of West Ruislip! The Quercus Maximus Bamber Gascoigni! The Epigillus! The Barter Hughius Greenus!
With my best buddy by my side, we'd sing! Sing! Sing!
[singing]
I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay.
I sleep all night and I work all day.
MOUNTIES:
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
BARBER:
I cut down trees. I eat my lunch.
I go to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays I go shoppin'
And have buttered scones for tea.
MOUNTIES:
He cuts down trees. He eats his lunch.
He goes to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays he goes shopping
And has buttered scones for tea.
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
BARBER:
I cut down trees. I skip and jump.
I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women's clothing
And hang around in bars.
MOUNTIES:
He cuts down trees. He skips and jumps.
He likes to press wild flowers.
He puts on women's clothing
And hangs around in bars?!
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
BARBER:
I cut down trees. I wear high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra.
I wish I'd been a girlie,
Just like my dear Papa.
MOUNTIES:
He cuts down trees. He wears high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra?!
[talking]
What's this? Wants to be a girlie?! Oh, My!
And I thought you were so rugged! Poofter!...
[singing]
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
He's a lumberjack, and he's okaaaaay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
I wanted to be... a lumberjack!
Leaping from tree to tree, as they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia. The Giant Redwood. The Larch. The Fir! The mighty Scots Pine! The lofty flowering Cherry! The plucky little Apsen! The limping Roo tree of Nigeria. The towering Wattle of Aldershot! The Maidenhead Weeping Water Plant! The naughty Leicestershire Flashing Oak! The flatulent Elm of West Ruislip! The Quercus Maximus Bamber Gascoigni! The Epigillus! The Barter Hughius Greenus!
With my best buddy by my side, we'd sing! Sing! Sing!
[singing]
I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay.
I sleep all night and I work all day.
MOUNTIES:
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
BARBER:
I cut down trees. I eat my lunch.
I go to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays I go shoppin'
And have buttered scones for tea.
MOUNTIES:
He cuts down trees. He eats his lunch.
He goes to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays he goes shopping
And has buttered scones for tea.
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
BARBER:
I cut down trees. I skip and jump.
I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women's clothing
And hang around in bars.
MOUNTIES:
He cuts down trees. He skips and jumps.
He likes to press wild flowers.
He puts on women's clothing
And hangs around in bars?!
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
BARBER:
I cut down trees. I wear high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra.
I wish I'd been a girlie,
Just like my dear Papa.
MOUNTIES:
He cuts down trees. He wears high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra?!
[talking]
What's this? Wants to be a girlie?! Oh, My!
And I thought you were so rugged! Poofter!...
[singing]
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
He's a lumberjack, and he's okaaaaay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
Bassetluv
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And more of the famous dialog from that movie :
Galahad: They're nervous, sire.
Arthur: Then we'd best leave them here and carry on on foot. Dis-mount!
Tim: Behold the cave of Caerbannog!
Arthur: Right! Keep me covered.
Galahad: What with?
Arthur: W-- just keep me covered.
Tim: Too late!
Arthur: What?
Tim: There he is!
Arthur: Where?
Tim: There!
Arthur: What, behind the rabbit?
Tim: It is the rabbit!
Arthur: You silly sod!
Tim: What?
Arthur: You got us all worked up!
Tim: Well, that's no ordinary rabbit!
Arthur: Ohhhh.
Tim: That's the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on!
Robin: You (edit)! I soiled my armour I was so scared!
Tim: Look, that rabbit's got a vicious streak a mile wide! It's a killer!
Galahad: Get stuffed!
Tim: He'll do you up a treat, mate.
Galahad: Oh, yeah?
Robin: You mangy Scots git!
Tim: I'm warning you!
Robin: What'll he do, nibble your bum?
Tim: He's got huge, sharp-- eh-- he can leap about-- look at the bones!
Arthur: Go on, Bors. Chop his head off!
Bors: Right! Silly little bleeder. One rabbit stew comin' right up!
Tim: Look!
(squeaking)
Bors: Aaaugh!
(Clunk)
Arthur:!#@!!# (Edited again)
Tim: I warned you!
Robin: I done it again!
Tim: I warned you, but did you listen to me? Oh, no, you knew it all, didn't you? Oh, it's just a harmless little bunny, isn't it? Well, it's always the same. I always tell them--
Arthur: Oh, shut up!
Tim: Do they listen to me?
Arthur: Right!
Tim: Oh, no...
Knights: CHARGE!(squeak squeak squeak)
Knights: Aaaaugh!, Aaaugh! Aaaaugh!! Aaaaugh!!!
Arthur: RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!
Knights: RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!
Tim: Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha! Ha ha!
Arthur: Right. How many did we lose?
Lancelot: Gawain.
Galahad: Ector.
Arthur: And Bors. That's five.
Galahad: Three, sir.
Arthur: Three. Three. And we'd better not risk another frontal assault. That rabbit's dynamite.
Robin: Would it help to confuse it if we run away more?
Arthur: Oh, shut up and go and change your armour.
Galahad: Let us taunt it! It may become so cross that it will make a mistake.
Arthur: Like what?
Galahad: Well... ooh.
Lancelot: Have we got bows?
Arthur: No.
Lancelot: We have the Holy Hand Grenade.
Arthur: Yes, of course! The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch! 'Tis one of the sacred relics Brother Maynard carries with him. Brother Maynard! Bring up the Holy Hand Grenade!
Monks: (chanting) Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem.
Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem. Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem. Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem.
Arthur: How does it, um-- how does it work?
Lancelot: I know not, my liege.
Arthur: Consult the Book of Armaments!
Brother Maynard: Armaments, chapter two, verses nine to twenty-one.
Second brother: And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, 'O Lord, bless this Thy hand grenade that, with it, Thou mayest blow Thine enemies to tiny bits in Thy mercy.'
And the Lord did grin, and the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats and large chu--
Maynard: Skip a bit, Brother.
Second brother: And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three. No more. No less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then, lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.'
Maynard: Amen.
Knights: Amen.
Arthur: Right!
One!... Two!... Five!
Galahad: Three, sir!
Arthur: Three!
(Angels sing)
Boom!!!
:Galahad: They're nervous, sire.
Arthur: Then we'd best leave them here and carry on on foot. Dis-mount!
Tim: Behold the cave of Caerbannog!
Arthur: Right! Keep me covered.
Galahad: What with?
Arthur: W-- just keep me covered.
Tim: Too late!
Arthur: What?
Tim: There he is!
Arthur: Where?
Tim: There!
Arthur: What, behind the rabbit?
Tim: It is the rabbit!
Arthur: You silly sod!
Tim: What?
Arthur: You got us all worked up!
Tim: Well, that's no ordinary rabbit!
Arthur: Ohhhh.
Tim: That's the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on!
Robin: You (edit
)! I soiled my armour I was so scared! Tim: Look, that rabbit's got a vicious streak a mile wide! It's a killer!
Galahad: Get stuffed!
Tim: He'll do you up a treat, mate.
Galahad: Oh, yeah?
Robin: You mangy Scots git!
Tim: I'm warning you!
Robin: What'll he do, nibble your bum?
Tim: He's got huge, sharp-- eh-- he can leap about-- look at the bones!
Arthur: Go on, Bors. Chop his head off!
Bors: Right! Silly little bleeder. One rabbit stew comin' right up!
Tim: Look!
(squeaking)
Bors: Aaaugh!
(Clunk)
Arthur:!#@!!# (Edited again)
Tim: I warned you!
Robin: I done it again!
Tim: I warned you, but did you listen to me? Oh, no, you knew it all, didn't you? Oh, it's just a harmless little bunny, isn't it? Well, it's always the same. I always tell them--
Arthur: Oh, shut up!
Tim: Do they listen to me?
Arthur: Right!
Tim: Oh, no...
Knights: CHARGE!(squeak squeak squeak)
Knights: Aaaaugh!, Aaaugh! Aaaaugh!! Aaaaugh!!!
Arthur: RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!
Knights: RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!
Tim: Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha! Ha ha!
Arthur: Right. How many did we lose?
Lancelot: Gawain.
Galahad: Ector.
Arthur: And Bors. That's five.
Galahad: Three, sir.
Arthur: Three. Three. And we'd better not risk another frontal assault. That rabbit's dynamite.
Robin: Would it help to confuse it if we run away more?
Arthur: Oh, shut up and go and change your armour.
Galahad: Let us taunt it! It may become so cross that it will make a mistake.
Arthur: Like what?
Galahad: Well... ooh.
Lancelot: Have we got bows?
Arthur: No.
Lancelot: We have the Holy Hand Grenade.
Arthur: Yes, of course! The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch! 'Tis one of the sacred relics Brother Maynard carries with him. Brother Maynard! Bring up the Holy Hand Grenade!
Monks: (chanting) Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem.
Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem. Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem. Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem.
Arthur: How does it, um-- how does it work?
Lancelot: I know not, my liege.
Arthur: Consult the Book of Armaments!
Brother Maynard: Armaments, chapter two, verses nine to twenty-one.
Second brother: And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, 'O Lord, bless this Thy hand grenade that, with it, Thou mayest blow Thine enemies to tiny bits in Thy mercy.'
And the Lord did grin, and the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats and large chu--
Maynard: Skip a bit, Brother.
Second brother: And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three. No more. No less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then, lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.'
Maynard: Amen.
Knights: Amen.
Arthur: Right!
One!... Two!... Five!
Galahad: Three, sir!
Arthur: Three!
(Angels sing)
Boom!!!
lemonaxis
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LOVE MP, hehe, and other stuff too like Black Adder
Bunnys_rule63
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I love Monty Python - it's the kind of humour I love.:biggrin2:
And did you know that apparently (according to a program of the 100 funniest films I watched) Monty Python's 'The life of Brian' is the #1 funniest film.
And did you know that apparently (according to a program of the 100 funniest films I watched
) Monty Python's 'The life of Brian' is the #1 funniest film.
polly
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Ok i am gonna make you all sick now,
we live near to Doune castle which is the castle they use in the trojan rabbit scene. every year they do a monty python night at the start of sept where everyone dresses up and they all watch the film at the castle on a big screen with audience participation and they get some of the origional cast members up as well.
i bought tickets this year for Bruce his pal Ross my dad and my brother. they can't wait to go
we live near to Doune castle which is the castle they use in the trojan rabbit scene. every year they do a monty python night at the start of sept where everyone dresses up and they all watch the film at the castle on a big screen with audience participation and they get some of the origional cast members up as well.
i bought tickets this year for Bruce his pal Ross my dad and my brother. they can't wait to go
Butterfinger
Well-Known Member
Sounds awesome I'm jealous.
*Also a Monty Python lover*
~Diana and Butter
I'm jealous. *Also a Monty Python lover*
~Diana and Butter
maherwoman
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:wave2 We're fans!! :biggrin2:
Gordon
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I liked the Monty Python sketch about the cheese...
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I went to see Spamalot recently. It was pretty good.
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I went to see Spamalot recently. It was pretty good.
maherwoman
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Ooh...the cheese shop sketch...CLASSIC!!
Bunnys_rule63
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You guys have just had me watching Monty Python clips on Youtube for the past 40 minswith this thread. :nonono::biggrin2:
"Now how do we tell she is a witch?" "Make a bridge out of her!!"
Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam :rofl:
"Now how do we tell she is a witch?" "Make a bridge out of her!!"
Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam :rofl:
TK Bunnies
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lemonaxis wrote:
OMG!!!!!!! I love Black Adder, the theem song for the 3th season is the rington to my phone!!
OMG!!!!!!! I love Black Adder, the theem song for the 3th season is the rington to my phone!!
TK Bunnies
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Bunnys_rule63 wrote:
Here are some of my fav. lines!!!!
"What floats?" "brains!!!" "Very small rocks!" "A duck!"
"Who are you who so wise in the ways of sicence?"
"Brave, brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin!! When danger turn it's ugle head, he bravely turn his tail and fled! Brave, brave, brave, brave, Sir Robin."
"Along the way they were forced to eat Robins minstrals, and there was much rejoicing."
"MY name is..... Tim."
"We want a....... SHRUBARY!! A nice one, not too expencive."
"You must cut down the tallest tree in the forest with......... a HERING!!!!" "It can't be done!" "Oh please."
Here are some of my fav. lines!!!!
"What floats?" "brains!!!" "Very small rocks!" "A duck!"
"Who are you who so wise in the ways of sicence?"
"Brave, brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin!! When danger turn it's ugle head, he bravely turn his tail and fled! Brave, brave, brave, brave, Sir Robin."
"Along the way they were forced to eat Robins minstrals, and there was much rejoicing."
"MY name is..... Tim."
"We want a....... SHRUBARY!! A nice one, not too expencive."
"You must cut down the tallest tree in the forest with......... a HERING!!!!" "It can't be done!" "Oh please."
Gordon
Well-Known Member
Terry Gilliam's "Brazil", is brilliant as well.
Bunnys_rule63
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Ha ha, those are great! I love the 'dead parrot sketch'.
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.
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.
