Ni!
Can we have your liver?
I wanted to help people… so i became a waiter.
It’s just a wafer thin mint.
Every sperm is sacred. Every sperm is great. If a sperm gets waisted, god gets quite irate.
But I can’t read!
But i just paid! No you didn’t.
- edited for excessively fat fingers…
“I told him we already got one.”
[ Soldiers snicker ]
“Tis but a scratch.”
Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
You can’t expect to wield supreme executive power just ’cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
I mean, if I went around saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they’d put me away!
That whole scene is brilliant commentary on society.
Like so much of their stuff.
“There is NOOOOOOO rule six!” from the Philosophy Dept. of the University of Wallamaloo sketch
or
“You husband has succumbed to a condition that we in the medical community refer to as ‘Hooping Cough’.” from the self-narrarion sketch
or
“Aah! I will not buy this tobacconist, eet is scratched!” from the Hungarian phrasebook sketch
He’s not the Messiah, he’s a very naughty boy.
Help, help, I’m being repressed!
No thanks, we’ve already got one.
Lucky I didn’t tell him about the dirty knife.
This bloke won’t ’aggle!
So many great ones to choose from, I’ll just go with the first couple that pop into my head:
“Go on, be crucified, see if i care.”
“Let’s not go to Camelot, tis a silly place.”
“How shall we fuck off, o Lord?”
“Jesus did, sir. I was hopping along, minding my own business, all of a sudden, up he comes, cures me! One minute I’m a leper with a trade, next minute my livelihood’s gone.”
I’ve told you once.
Very small rocks!
