mc5 - Around the Python Laugh-in

This game is no more, it has ceased to be. Bereft of life it rests in peace.

I'm not dead

'Ere! 'E says 'e's not dead!

After all, what is bad? I mean, here we are in Lambeth.

I'm afraid God just wants you to have a rotten life. God's like that. He hates poofs.

When things are slow God loves nothing better over a pie and a pint than to beat Satan at Mornington Crescent.

Damn Caruthers I missed .

Now try Mornington Crescent to disarm any opponent coming at you with a banana.

*shouts, screams generally goes wild for Inkspot*

In the words of John Cleese, "when two or three are gathered together in my name then they shall perform the Parrot Sketch"

By their constant repetition knob in the media they become part and parcel and, and pubes of everyday conversation.