mc5 - Around the Python Laugh-in

Marble Arse

Arsefull Oh you naughty lad!

Ladies, gentlemen and knights of the realm, may I present without further needle-nardle-noo a small dishevelled child.
*sound effect: heave, splash*
"He's fallen in the Canada Water"

I Say, Porter!

White BITTY!

I Say, Porter!

... I'm afraid that I was very, very drunk...

I Say, Porter!

Naaah, fork 'andles. 'Andles f' forks.

Pave

'ave you got any "O"-vals?

Botherer

Yes you did! You invaded Poplar!

I Say, Porter!

So that's one sack of coke, two King's Cross, one pair of pink boobs, and a large bare lady on the house.

I Say, Porter!

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

I Say, Porter!

I'm not dead

I Say, Porter!

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

I Say, Porter!

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

I Say, Porter!

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

Inkspot

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

Hunter

Damn Caruthers I missed .

Inkspot

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

Audience

*shouts, screams generally goes wild for Inkspot*

I Say, Porter!

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

I Say, Porter!

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