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The Airline Pilots Sketch ------------------------- by John Cleese & Graham Chapman
Transcribed from the video: "John Cleese on How To Irritate People"
The Cast: Captain: John Cleese, First Officer: Graham Chapman, Steward: Michael Palin
(The sketch opens in an aeroplane cockpit. The Captain and the First Officer are whistling idly. They are obviously very bored.)
C: I spy with my little eye something beginning with S.
FO: Sky.
C: Mm-hm.
FO I spy with my little eye something beginning with C.
C: Cloud.
FO: Yeah. Oh God, I'm so bored.
C: I'm fed up with that game. Let's play another game. I know what..
FO: What? (The Captain picks up a microphone.)
C: (over intercom) "Hello, this is your Captain speaking. There is absolutely no cause for concern." That'll get them thinking. (The First Officer reaches for the microphone.)
C: No, no, no, no. Not yet, not yet. Let it sink in. They'll be thinking, er, 'What is there no cause for alarm about? Are the wings on fire?' (over intercom) "The wings are not on fire." Now they're thinking, er, 'why should he say that?' So we say... (The Steward enters.)
FO: Oh, how are we doing?
S: (looks down the aisle) They've stopped eating; Looking a bit worried...
C: Good.
S: Hang on, one of them is going to the washroom.
C: Is he there yet?
S: He's just closing the door... NOW!
C: One... Two... Three..
FO: (over intercom) "Please return to your seats and fasten your seat-belts immediately."
S: Yes... here he comes, going up the aisle like the clappers. I'll do the worried walk now. (He leaves.)
FO: Right. Safety regulations.
C: (agreeing) Safety regulations.
FO: (over intercom) "Please listen carefully. I want you, I want to remind you of some of the safety regulations. In the case of emergency it is vitally important to..." (The Captain makes a radio-static type noise.)
FO: "as the warning buzzer sounds."
C: "Bzzzz" (They both laugh.)
C: Oh, that's got them rattled.
S: (enters) Great, great! (exit)
C: Hey, I've got an idea! "Hello, you will find your life-jackets under your seats."
FO: No, they're on the racks.
C: Sh, shh, let them scrabble a bit. "I'm sorry, you will find them on the racks above your heads."
FO: Aaah!
S: (back again) Great, great, that was marvelous!
FO: Right. Gobbledygook.
C: Oh, yes.
FO "The scransons above your heads are now ready to flange. Please unfasten your safety belts and press the emergency photoscamps on the back of the seats in front of you."
S: (looks out) Marvelous, milling about, climbing over the seats.
FO: "Please find the emergency sprill in the washroom at the back and release it..."
C: "but do not unfasten your safety belts."
S: That got them back to their seats.
FO: "The emergency sprill MUST be released..."
C: "but do not leave your seats."
FO: "Do not panic."
C: "Tea will now be served."
FO: "Inflate your life-jackets"
C: "and extinguish all cigarettes."
FO: "Please remove the luggage from the racks above your heads and place it on the racks on the other side of the aircraft."
C: "Except for hand luggage..."
FO: "which you should sit on." (They are in fits of laughter.)
C: Now have a look.
S: (looks) Hang on... hang on... they've all jumped out! (They laugh, pointing downwards and looking out of the windows. After a while the laughter dies away. There is a lengthy pause.)
C: You know, I wouldn't be surprised if there was some trouble about this. (They burst out laughing again. The sketch ends.)
Transcribed from the video: "John Cleese on How To Irritate People"
The Cast: Captain: John Cleese, First Officer: Graham Chapman, Steward: Michael Palin
(The sketch opens in an aeroplane cockpit. The Captain and the First Officer are whistling idly. They are obviously very bored.)
C: I spy with my little eye something beginning with S.
FO: Sky.
C: Mm-hm.
FO I spy with my little eye something beginning with C.
C: Cloud.
FO: Yeah. Oh God, I'm so bored.
C: I'm fed up with that game. Let's play another game. I know what..
FO: What? (The Captain picks up a microphone.)
C: (over intercom) "Hello, this is your Captain speaking. There is absolutely no cause for concern." That'll get them thinking. (The First Officer reaches for the microphone.)
C: No, no, no, no. Not yet, not yet. Let it sink in. They'll be thinking, er, 'What is there no cause for alarm about? Are the wings on fire?' (over intercom) "The wings are not on fire." Now they're thinking, er, 'why should he say that?' So we say... (The Steward enters.)
FO: Oh, how are we doing?
S: (looks down the aisle) They've stopped eating; Looking a bit worried...
C: Good.
S: Hang on, one of them is going to the washroom.
C: Is he there yet?
S: He's just closing the door... NOW!
C: One... Two... Three..
FO: (over intercom) "Please return to your seats and fasten your seat-belts immediately."
S: Yes... here he comes, going up the aisle like the clappers. I'll do the worried walk now. (He leaves.)
FO: Right. Safety regulations.
C: (agreeing) Safety regulations.
FO: (over intercom) "Please listen carefully. I want you, I want to remind you of some of the safety regulations. In the case of emergency it is vitally important to..." (The Captain makes a radio-static type noise.)
FO: "as the warning buzzer sounds."
C: "Bzzzz" (They both laugh.)
C: Oh, that's got them rattled.
S: (enters) Great, great! (exit)
C: Hey, I've got an idea! "Hello, you will find your life-jackets under your seats."
FO: No, they're on the racks.
C: Sh, shh, let them scrabble a bit. "I'm sorry, you will find them on the racks above your heads."
FO: Aaah!
S: (back again) Great, great, that was marvelous!
FO: Right. Gobbledygook.
C: Oh, yes.
FO "The scransons above your heads are now ready to flange. Please unfasten your safety belts and press the emergency photoscamps on the back of the seats in front of you."
S: (looks out) Marvelous, milling about, climbing over the seats.
FO: "Please find the emergency sprill in the washroom at the back and release it..."
C: "but do not unfasten your safety belts."
S: That got them back to their seats.
FO: "The emergency sprill MUST be released..."
C: "but do not leave your seats."
FO: "Do not panic."
C: "Tea will now be served."
FO: "Inflate your life-jackets"
C: "and extinguish all cigarettes."
FO: "Please remove the luggage from the racks above your heads and place it on the racks on the other side of the aircraft."
C: "Except for hand luggage..."
FO: "which you should sit on." (They are in fits of laughter.)
C: Now have a look.
S: (looks) Hang on... hang on... they've all jumped out! (They laugh, pointing downwards and looking out of the windows. After a while the laughter dies away. There is a lengthy pause.)
C: You know, I wouldn't be surprised if there was some trouble about this. (They burst out laughing again. The sketch ends.)
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Ladies and Gentlemen, here's a little number I tossed off recently in the Carribean:
Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis,
Isn't it frightfully good to have a dong,
Its swell to have a stiffy,
Its divine to own a dick,
From the tiniest little tadger,
To the world's biggest prick,
So three cheers for your willy or John Thomas,
Hooray for your one eyed trouser snake,
Your piece of pork,
Your wife's best friend,
Your percy or your cock,
You can wrap it up in ribbons,
You can slip it in your sock,
But don't take it out in public or they will stick you in the dock,
And you won't come back.
Thankyou very much.
Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis,
Isn't it frightfully good to have a dong,
Its swell to have a stiffy,
Its divine to own a dick,
From the tiniest little tadger,
To the world's biggest prick,
So three cheers for your willy or John Thomas,
Hooray for your one eyed trouser snake,
Your piece of pork,
Your wife's best friend,
Your percy or your cock,
You can wrap it up in ribbons,
You can slip it in your sock,
But don't take it out in public or they will stick you in the dock,
And you won't come back.
Thankyou very much.
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Customer: Good Morning.
Owner: Good morning, Sir. Welcome to the National Cheese Emporium!
Customer: Ah, thank you, my good man.
Owner: What can I do for you, Sir?
Customer: Well, I was, uh, sitting in the public library on Thurmon Street just now, skimming through Rogue Herrys by Hugh Walpole, and I suddenly came over all peckish.
Owner: Peckish, sir?
Customer: Esuriant.
Owner: Eh?
Customer: 'Ee, ah wor 'ungry-loike!
Owner: Ah, hungry!
Customer: In a nutshell. And I thought to myself, "a little fermented curd will do the trick," so, I curtailed my Walpoling activites, sallied forth, and infiltrated your place of purveyance to negotiate the vending of some cheesy comestibles!
Owner: Come again?
Customer: I want to buy some cheese.
Owner: Oh, I thought you were complaining about the bazouki player!
Customer: Oh, heaven forbid: I am one who delights in all manifestations of the Terpsichorean muse!
Owner: Sorry?
Customer: 'Ooo, Ah lahk a nice tuune, 'yer forced too!
Owner: So he can go on playing, can he?
Customer: Most certainly! Now then, some cheese please, my good man.
Owner: Good morning, Sir. Welcome to the National Cheese Emporium!
Customer: Ah, thank you, my good man.
Owner: What can I do for you, Sir?
Customer: Well, I was, uh, sitting in the public library on Thurmon Street just now, skimming through Rogue Herrys by Hugh Walpole, and I suddenly came over all peckish.
Owner: Peckish, sir?
Customer: Esuriant.
Owner: Eh?
Customer: 'Ee, ah wor 'ungry-loike!
Owner: Ah, hungry!
Customer: In a nutshell. And I thought to myself, "a little fermented curd will do the trick," so, I curtailed my Walpoling activites, sallied forth, and infiltrated your place of purveyance to negotiate the vending of some cheesy comestibles!
Owner: Come again?
Customer: I want to buy some cheese.
Owner: Oh, I thought you were complaining about the bazouki player!
Customer: Oh, heaven forbid: I am one who delights in all manifestations of the Terpsichorean muse!
Owner: Sorry?
Customer: 'Ooo, Ah lahk a nice tuune, 'yer forced too!
Owner: So he can go on playing, can he?
Customer: Most certainly! Now then, some cheese please, my good man.
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Michael Baldwin, Bruce, Michael Baldwin, Bruce, Michael Baldwin, Bruce.
Is your name not Bruce, that's gonna' cause a little confusion!
[ 25 July 2001: Message edited by: Incipient Sinner ]
Is your name not Bruce, that's gonna' cause a little confusion!
[ 25 July 2001: Message edited by: Incipient Sinner ]