Cut it out.

And turn off your auto posting software.

Better yet: Put the entire skit's script in one post.

My Python is about as good as my Objective-C, which is to say, I don't know any, so I can't contribute... If you search for the "It was a dark and stormy night" thread, you'll find that it was actually a pretty neat ad-lib, though...

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Fish but no smacking.
Don't recall that one anyway.

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The fish dance was a skit on the edge of a canal, where John Cleese and I think Eric Idle are dressed in lederhosen.

Idle danced up and back to Cleese, with two tiny herring, to the music and on the downbeat would slap him with them.

At the very end of the skit, Cleese pulls a large fish from behind his back and knocks Idle with it sideways into the canal.

For all Monty Python fans -

Go to www.intriguing.com/mp/_scripts/

for loads of Python scripts............

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Many apologies for that bad link......
go to www.intriguing.com/mp/scripts.asp

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You just gave away TOP SECRET information of the TFFE
ruling classes. The punishment will be severe, but not
too swift. This can be the start of a new War of the Roses.

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Account frozen...

So long as I get to be the black tulip!

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> You just gave away TOP SECRET information of the TFFE
> ruling classes. The punishment will be severe, but not
> too swift. This can be the start of a new War of the Roses.
>

You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, son of a
silly person! Ah blow my nose at you, so-called "Arthur Keeeng"! You and
all your silly English Knnnnnnnn-ighuts!!!
Ah don' wanna talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal food-troughwiper! Ah fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster, and
your father smelt of elderberries!
Now go away, or I shall taunt you a second time!

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Nyah, nyah, nyah! :-P [blows a raspberry]

.o0(Always wanted to do that...)

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How you English say: I one more time, mac, I unclog my nose towards you,
sons of a window-dresser, so, you think you could out-clever us French
fellows with your silly knees-bent creeping about advancing
behaviour.
(blows a raspberry)
I wave my private parts at your aunties, you brightly-coloured,
mealy-templed, cranberry-smelling, electric donkey-bottom biters.

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.o0(Hmm... time to brush up on my Python...)

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Bring Forth the Holy Hand Grenade!!!

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I'd rather speak my mind because it hurts too much to bite my tongue.

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The Holy Hand grenade of Antioch!

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Consult the Book of Armaments.


Armaments Chapter Two Verses Nine to Twenty One

(reading from bible)

And St. Attila raised his 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

people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies

and orang-utans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats and...



Er ... oh, yes ... 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 shalt be three. Four shalt thou not count,

neither 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 thou foe, who being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.

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You are to cease and desist immediately and surrender. Otherwise, we shall be
forced to unleash our most deadly weapon upon you, Laughingboy of Lees.
His proficiency in nasal snorting, bad jokes, poor taste will overwhelm your senses.
Your flocks will get shagged, and their wool stolen. Your men will be raped, your
women ignored, and your children allowed to play music as loud as they wish.

You have been warned Sir Hunt of the Bundt.

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I surrender, O DogBitten one!

Whenever life gets you down,
And things seem hard or tough,
And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft,

And you feel that you've had quite eno-o-o-o-o-ough,

Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And reolving at nine thousand miles an hour.
It's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
The sun that is the source of all our power.
Now the sun, and you and me, and all the stars that we can see,
Are moving at a million miles a day,
In the outer spiral arm, at fourteen thousand miles an hour,
Of a galaxy we call the Milky Way.

Our galaxy itself contains a hundred million 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 itself is one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.



Our universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding,
In all of the directions it can whiz;
As fast as it can go, that's 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 out in space,
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth!

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OK

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Excuse me - is this the right room for an argument?

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> Excuse me - is this the right room for an argument?
>

No the argument room is over there....

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I'd rather speak my mind because it hurts too much to bite my tongue.

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