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What we need is a good dose of Monty Python to lighten the mood!!! :rofl:
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ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen. The next contest is between... Frank Goliath, the Macedonian baby-crusher, and Boris Mineburg. BRIAN: Want some... VOICE: Thank you, fellows. BRIAN: Larks' tongues. Wrens' livers. Chaffinch brains. Jaguars' earlobes. Wolf nipple chips. Get 'em while they're hot. They're lovely. Dromedary pretzels, only half a denar. Tuscany fried bats. JUDITH: I do feel, Reg, that any Anti-Imperialist group like ours must reflect such a divergence of interests within its power-base. REG: Agreed. Francis? FRANCIS: Yeah. I think Judith's point of view is very valid, Reg, provided the Movement never forgets that it is the inalienable right of every man-- STAN: Or woman. FRANCIS: Or woman... to rid himself-- STAN: Or herself. FRANCIS: Or herself. REG: Agreed. FRANCIS: Thank you, brother. STAN: Or sister. FRANCIS: Or sister. Where was I? REG: I think you'd finished. FRANCIS: Oh. Right. REG: Furthermore, it is the birthright of every man-- STAN: Or woman. REG: Why don't you shut up about women, Stan. You're putting us off. STAN: Women have a perfect right to play a part in our movement, Reg. FRANCIS: Why are you always on about women, Stan? STAN: I want to be one. REG: What? STAN: I want to be a woman. From now on, I want you all to call me 'Loretta'. REG: What?! LORETTA: It's my right as a man. JUDITH: Well, why do you want to be Loretta, Stan? LORETTA: I want to have babies. REG: You want to have babies?! LORETTA: It's every man's right to have babies if he wants them. REG: But... you can't have babies. LORETTA: Don't you oppress me. REG: I'm not oppressing you, Stan. You haven't got a womb! Where's the foetus going to gestate?! You going to keep it in a box?! LORETTA: JUDITH: Here! I-- I've got an idea. Suppose you agree that he can't actually have babies, not having a womb, which is nobody's fault, not even the Romans', but that he can have the right to have babies. FRANCIS: Good idea, Judith. We shall fight the oppressors for your right to have babies, brother. Sister. Sorry. REG: What's the point? FRANCIS: What? REG: What's the point of fighting for his right to have babies when he can't have babies?! FRANCIS: It is symbolic of our struggle against oppression. REG: Symbolic of his struggle against reality. GUARD: Get out there. BORIS: It's, um-- GUARD: Get out there. BORIS: It's dangerous out there. Ah ah. Ah! Oh. Ooh. CROWD: Aaah. Ohh... SPECTATOR: What a load of rubbish. BRIAN: Larks' tongues. Otters' noses. Ocelot spleens. REG: Got any nuts? BRIAN: I haven't got any nuts. Sorry. I've got wrens' livers, badgers' spleens-- REG: No, no, no. BRIAN: Otters' noses? REG: I don't want any of that Roman rubbish. JUDITH: Why don't you sell proper food? BRIAN: Proper food? REG: Yeah, not those rich imperialist tit-bits. BRIAN: Well, don't blame me. I didn't ask to sell this stuff. REG: All right. Bag of otters' noses, then. FRANCIS: Make it two. REG: Two. FRANCIS: Thanks, Reg. BRIAN: Are you the Judean People's Front? REG: Fuck off! BRIAN: What? REG: Judean People's Front. We're the People's Front of Judea! Judean People's Front. Cawk. FRANCIS: Wankers. BRIAN: Can I... join your group? REG: No. Piss off. BRIAN: I didn't want to sell this stuff. It's only a job. I hate the Romans as much as anybody. PEOPLE'S FRONT OF JUDEA: Shhhh. Shhhh. Shhh. Shh. Shhhh. REG: Schtum. JUDITH: Are you sure? BRIAN: Oh, dead sure. I hate the Romans already. REG: Listen. If you really wanted to join the P.F.J., you'd have to really hate the Romans. BRIAN: I do! REG: Oh, yeah? How much? BRIAN: A lot! REG: Right. You're in. Listen. The only people we hate more than the Romans are the fucking Judean People's Front. P.F.J.: Yeah... JUDITH: Splitters. P.F.J.: Splitters... FRANCIS: And the Judean Popular People's Front. P.F.J.: Yeah. Oh, yeah. Splitters. Splitters... LORETTA: And the People's Front of Judea. P.F.J.: Yeah. Splitters. Splitters... REG: What? LORETTA: The People's Front of Judea. Splitters. REG: We're the People's Front of Judea! LORETTA: Oh. I thought we were the Popular Front. REG: People's Front! C-huh. FRANCIS: Whatever happened to the Popular Front, Reg? REG: He's over there. P.F.J.: Splitter!
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