Ah....Monty Python and the Holy Grail... I remember when it first opened locally. They gave away coconuts to the first 100 people to come in. I had mine for 10 years before I had to throw it out! GREAT flick!

Back to the gig! (If you know me you know what I mean....lol)

"Then you must cut down the tallest tree wiiiiith.... A HERRING!"

KEEPER: Stop! Who approaches the Bridge of Death must answer me
these questions three, 'ere the other side he see.

ROBIN: Ask me the questions, bridge-keeper. I'm not afraid.

KEEPER: What is your name?

ROBIN: Sir Robin of Camelot.

KEEPER: What is your quest?

ROBIN: To seek the Holy Grail.

KEEPER: What is the capital of Assyria?

ROBIN: I don't know that! AAAAGGGHHH!!!

Arthur:What do you mean? An African or European Swallow?

Bridgekeeper:I don't know that!...AAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHH!

Good idea, O Lord

'COURSE IT'S A GOOD IDEA!!!

Let's not bicker and argue about 'oo killed 'oo

This is supposed to be a 'appy occasion!

Nee! NEE!!!!

Are you saying NI to that old woman?

Erm,... yes.

Oh, what sad times are these when passing ruffians can say NI at will to old ladies. There is a pestilence upon this land. Nothing is sacred. Even those who arrange and design shrubberies are under considerable economic stress at this period in history.

My name is Roger. Roger the shrubber. I design, arrange, and sell shrubberies.

I'm not dead yet!

You've got two empty halves of a coconut and you're bangin' 'em together!

How do you know she is a witch?

She turned me into a newt! ... I got better.

Oh you will be soon.

Well we DID do the nose....

Camelot!

Camelot!

It's only a model

Shhh!

Bravely bold Sir Robin, rode forth from Camelot.
He was not afraid to die, o Brave Sir Robin.

He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin!

He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp,
Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken.
To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away,
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin!

His head smashed in and his heart cut out,
And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged,
And his nostrils ripped and his bottom burned off,
And his penis--

Brave Sir Robin ran away.
Bravely ran away, away!
When danger reared its ugly head,
He bravely turned his tail and fled.
Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about
And gallantly he chickened out.
Bravely taking to his feet
He beat a very brave retreat,
Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin!

NO I DIDN'T!

He is packing it in and packing it up
And sneaking away and buggering off
And chickening out and pissing off home,
Yes, bravely he is throwing in the sponge...

Wait....I LOVE this one.....


You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your
bottoms, sons of a silly person. I blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur-king, you and all your silly English kaniggets. Thppppt!