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Mm.

And now for something completely different.

Its...

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[ANNOUNCER] Monty Python's Flying Circus.

[ANNOUNCER] How fo recognize different parts of the body.

Number one, the foot.

Number two...

the shoulder.

And number three...

the other foot.

Number four...

the bridge of the nose.

Number five...

the naughty bits.

Number six...

just above the elbow.

Number seven...

two inches fo the right of a very naughty bit indeed.

Number eight, the kneecap.

"WALTZING MATHILDA" ON RECORD PLAYER]

♪ Once a jolly swagman Camped by a billabong

♪ Under the shade... I

- Good day, Bruce. - Oh, hello, Bruce.

- How are you, Bruce? - Abit crook, Bruce.

Blimey. It's hot in here, Bruce.

It's hot enough to boil a monkey's bum.

That's a strange-- That's a strange expression, Bruce.

Well, Bruce, I heard the prime minister use it.

"Hot enough to boil a monkey's bum in here,

Your Majesty," he said.

And she smiled quietly to herself.

She's a good sheila, Bruce. And not at all stuck-up.

Ah. Here comes the boss fellow now.

- Ah, good day, Bruce. - Hey, Bruce.

Hello, Bruce. How are you, Bruce?

Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce a chap from Pommyland

who'll be Joining us this year

here in the Philosophy Department

of the University of Woolamaloo.

Uh, Michael Baldwin, this is Bruce.

Is your name not Bruce, then?

Uh, no, it's Michael.

That's going fo cause alittle confusion.

Yeah. Mind if we call you Bruce, just to keep it clear?

Well, gentlemen, I think we better start the meeting.

Before we start, though,

I'll ask the Padre for a prayer.

Oh, Lord, we beseech thee, have mercy on our faculty, amen.

- Amen. - Amen.

Crack the tubes, right.

Ah, Bruce, I now call upon you

to welcome Mr. Baldwin to the Philosophy Department.

I'd like to welcome the pommy bastard

to God's own earth. And I'd like to remind him

that we don't like stuck-up stickybeaks here.

[ALL] Hear, hear! Well spoken, Bruce!

Now, Bruce teaches classical philosophy,

Bruce teaches Hegelian philosophy.

Bruce here teaches logical positivism

and is also in charge of the sheep dip.

What does, um-- What does new Bruce teach?

Qur new Bruce will teach political science,

Machiavelli, Bentham, Locke, Hobbes, Sutcliffe,

Bradman, Lindwall, Miller, Hassett and Benaud.

- Those are cricketers, Bruce. - Oh, spit.

Howls. Howls of derisive laughter, Bruce.

Ha-hal In addition, as he's gonna be teaching politics,

told him that he's welcome to teach

any of the great socialist thinkers,

provided he makes it clear that they were wrong.

[ALL] Australia, Australia, Australia, Australia.

We love you. Amen.

Any questions?

New Bruce, are you a poofter?

- Are you a poofter? - No.

No, right. Well, gentlemen, I'l just remind you

of the faculty rules.

Rule one, no poofters.

Uh, rule two, no member of the faculty

is to maltreat the Abos in any way whatsoever

if there's anyone watching.

Rule three, no poofters.

Uh, rule four, I don't wanna catch anyone not drinking

in their room after lights out.

Rule five, no poofters.

Rule six, there is no rule six.

Rule seven, no poofters.

That concludes the reading of the rules. Bruce.

This here is the wattle, the emblem of our land.

You can stick it in a bottle, you can hold it in your hand.

- Amen. - [ALL] Amen!

Gentlemen, it's 6:00. I want every man-Bruce of you

in the Sydney Harbor Bridge room

to take a glass of sherry with the flying philosopher, Bruce.

And I now call upon you, padre,

fo close the meeting with a prayer.

Oh Lord, we beseech thee,

et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, amen.

- [ALL] Amen! - Right, let's get some sheilas.

- Okay. - Ah! Elevenses.

AN! This should tide us--

This should tide us over till lunchtime.

Reckon so, Bruce.

Sidney Nolan. What's that?

[ANNOUNCER] Number nine, the ear.

Number 10, the big toe.

Number 11...

more naughty bits.

And number 12...

the naughty bits of a lady.

And number 13, the naughty bits of a horse.

the naughty bits of an ant.

Number 15, the naughty bits of Reginald Maudling.

Number 16, the hand.

Good evening. I have with me in the studio tonight

Mr. Norman-- Mr. Norman St. John Polevaulter,

who, for the past few years, has been contradicting people.

Mr. Polevaulter, why do you contradict people?

- I don't. - You told me you did.

I most certainly did not.

Oh, I'see.

I'll start again.

- No, you won't. - Shh.

Mr. Polevaulter, I understand you don't contradict people.

- Yes, I do. - When didn't you start

contradicting people?

Well, I did, in 1952.

-1952? - 1947.

- Twenty-three years ago? - No.

And s0 on and so on and so on.

And now...

number 17...

the top of the head.

Number 18... the feather.

Rare.

Number 19...

the nose.

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[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

[MAN] Come in.

Ah, Mr. Luxury Yacht. Do sit down, please.

Uh, no, no. My name is spelt Luxury Yacht,

but it's pronounced Throatwobbler Mangrove.

Ah, well, do sit down then, Mr. Throatwobbler Mangrove.

Thank you.

Now, what seems to be the trouble?

um...

I'd like you to perform some plastic surgery on me.

I see. And which particular feature of your anatomy

is causing you distress?

Well-- Well, for a long time now--

In fact, even when I was a child

--uh, I, you know, ever whenever I left home... - Mm-hm.

- uh, to catch a bus or-- Or to catch a train-- - Fine.

Uh, and even my tennis has suffered, actually.

- Uh-- - Yes. To be absolutely blunt

you're worried about your enormous hooter.

- No. -No?

- Yes. - Yes.

Yes.

You want me to hack a bit off.

- Please. - Fine.

Itis a startler, isn't it?

Uh, do you mind if! uh..?

What?

Oh, no, nothing then. I'l just examine your nose.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Mr. Luxury Yacht, this, um...

This nose of yours is false.

It's made of polystyrene.

And your own hooter's a beaut.

No pruning necessary.

I'd still like the operation.

Well, you've had the operation, you strange person.

Please do an operation.

Well, all right. Allright.

But only if you'll come on a camping holiday with me.

He asked me, he asked me!

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Next week, we'll be showing you

how fo pick up an architect, how fo pull a prime minister,

and how to have fun with a wholesale poulterer.

Now the men of the Derbyshire Light Infantry entertain us

with a precision display of bad temper.

[MAN] Attention!

My goodness, me.

I am in a bad temper today, all right, two, three.

Damn, damn, two, three.

I am vexed and ratty, two, three.

And next, the men of the Second Armored Division

regale us with their famous close-order swanning about.

Squad!

Camp it...up.

[ALL] Qoh, get her. Whoops.

I've got your number, ducky.

Couldn't afford me, dear, two, three.

I'l scratch your eyes out.

Don't come the brigadier bit with us, dear.

We all know where you've been, you military fairy.

Whoops, don't look now, girls.

The major's just minced in with that dolly color sergeant.

- [SOLDIER] Two, three. - [ALL] Oooh.

And finally...

[TCHAIKOVSKY'S "NUTCRACKER SUITE" PLAYING]

God, if they don't stop, II kill myself.

I swear I will

Allright. That's it.

[GUNSHOT]

[ANNOUNCER] For three days and nights,

the displaced eyeball plummeted earthward.

Until finally...

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

Oh.

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

Oh.

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

Excuse me.

[MAN] Keep low, keep down. Don't lag behind. Come on, everybody.

Right. Keep close. That's right.

Watch out for the killer cars. [MOTOR ROARS]

[ANNOUNCER] Yes, the killer cars.

For years, the city had been plagued

by ever-increasing pedestrian congestion.

In an attempt fo eliminate this problem,

certain fanatical cars

had taken the law into their own hands.

[MOTORS ROARING]

But the days of the killer cars were numbered,

thanks to the miracle of atomic mutation.

[RUMBLING]

[MOTORS ROARING]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[MAN] Oh, thank you. You've saved our city.

[ANNOUNCER] But at what cost?

[GOBBLING]

[CATERWAULS]

[MAN] Oh, thank you. Thank you.

[CROWD CHEERING] You've saved our city.

Except for those who chose to leave town.

[TRAIN WHISTLE]

This, then, is the story of two of them.

[WHISTLING]

Morning, sir. Can I help you?

Uh, yes. We've-- We've booked on your flight for America.

Oh, we don't fly to America.

Oh, the American flight.

Ah, on the plane. Oh, yes. Oh, we do that, all right.

[LAUGHS]

Safe as houses, no need for panic.

Is it really 37 and 67

Thirty bob. I'm robbing meself.

- Thirty bob? - Twenty-five.

Uh, two quid, the pair of you. Uh, that's without insurance.

- How much is it with insurance? - Hundred and two quid.

That's including the flight.

How long will it take?

Uh, let me put it this way. No idea.

- Six hours. - Six?

Five. Ten for the pair of you.

-Oh,isita jet? - Uh, well, no.

It's not so much a jet. It's more your...

Triumph Herald engine with wings.

When are you taking off?

- 3300 hours. - [MAN] What?

- 2600 hours for the pair. - [WOMAN] What?

After the injections, you won't care.

- What injections? - Barley sugar. Calm you down.

They're compulsory. Board of trade. Promise.

I don't like the sound of injections.

Ring, ring. Hello. Yes. Right.

You've got to make your mind up straightaway

if you're coming or not.

-[BOTH] Yes. - Right. You can't change your mind.

Il ring the departure lounge.

Hello? Two more on their way, Mrs. Turpin.

[WOMAN] Ah.

Now, uh, the duty-free trolley is over there.

There's some lovely drop scones

and some duty-free broccoli,

and there's fresh Eccles cakes.

The Verrifast Plaine Company

announce the departure of flight one

to over the hills and far away.

Will passengers for flight one

please assemble at gate one?

Passengers are advised

that there is still plenty of time to buy Eccles cakes.

Nearly ready.

All passengers please get ready

for their barley sugar injections, okay?

Oh. Today, we all take vow.

Today, we smash the enemy fleet.

We smash, smash.

[INDISTINCT SCREAMING]

[MEN LAUGHING]

Uh, now, that's Mr. Kamikaze, the pilot.

He's very nice, really,

but make sure he stays clear of battleships.

[ANNOUNCER] There have been many stirring tales told of the sea,

and also some fairly uninteresting ones

only marginally connected with it.

Uh, like this one.

Sorry, this isn't a very good announcement. Sorry.

And here is the result

of the "Where to Put Edward Heath's Statue" competition.

The winner was a Mr. lvy North,

who wins 10 guineas and a visit to the sailors' quarters.

[ALL GRUNTING, YELPING]

That was last year's reenactment of the battle of Pearl Harbor

performed by the Batley Townswomen's Guild.

It was written, directed and produced

by Mrs. Rita Fairbanks.

Hello again.

[INTERVIEWER] And what are your ladies gonna do for us this year?

Well, this year, we decided to reenact something

with a more modem flavor.

We had considered a version

of Michael Stewart's speech on Nigeria,

and there were several votes on the committee

for a staging of Herr Willy Brandt's

visit to East Germany.

But we've settled, instead,

for a dramatization of the first heart transplant.

Incidentally, my sister, Madge, will be playing

the plucky little springbok pioneer,

Dr. Christian Barnard.

[INTERVIEWER] Off we go then, with the Batley Townswomen's Guild reenactment

of the first heart transplant.

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

[ALL GRUNTING, YELPING]

The first heart transplant.

But this is not the only open-air production here

that has used the sea.

Theatrical managers in this area

have not been as slow to appreciate

the sea's tremendous dramatic value.

And somewhere, out in this bay,

is the first underwater production

of Measure for Measure.

[MUFFLED SHAKESPEARIAN DIALOGUE]

[INHALING NOISILY]

[MUFFLED SHAKESPEARIAN DIALOGUE CONTINUES]

[INHALING NOISILY]

[INDISTINCT DIALOGUE]

[YELLS INDISTINCTLY]

Right.

The underwater version of Measure for Measure.

And further out to sea, Hello, Dolly!

is also doing good business.

[MEN GURGLING] I Hello, Dolly ♪

And over there on the oyster beds,

Formula Two car racing.

[MOTORS ROARING]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[ANNOUNCER] Number 20...the armpits.

Number 21...

the bottom two-thirds of the nape of the neck.

Number 22...

the nipple.

[MAN OVER RADIO] And that concludes this week's episode

of How to Recognize Different Parts of the Body,

adapted for radio by Ann Haydon-Jones

and her husband, Pip.

And now we present the first episode

of a new radio drama series:

The Death of Mary, Queen of Scots.

Part One: The Beginning.

[MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO]

[MAN] You are Mary, Queen of Scots?

[WOMAN] fam.

- [THUMPING] - [WOMAN] Ow! Ow!

[WOMAN SCREAMING OVER RADIO]

THUMPING, OBJECTS CRASHING]

[WOMAN CONTINUES SCREAMING]

Oh! No!

[SCREAMS]

[MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO]

THUMPING, SCREAMING STOPS]

Episode two of The Death of Mary, Queen of Scots

can be heard on Radio 4 almost immediately.

[MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO]

[SAWING]

THUMPING, WOMAN SCREAMING]

[THUMPING, SCREAMING STOPS]

[MAN] 1 think she's dead.

[WOMAN] No, I'm not,

(GUNSHOT, THUMPING, SCREAMING RESUMES]

[MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO]

[ANNOUNCER] That was episode two

of The Death of Mary, Queen of Scots,

adapted for the radio

by Bernard Hollowood and Brian London.

And now Radio 4 will explode.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[EXPLOSION]

Oh.

We'll have to watch the telly then.

Yes.

Well...what's on the television then?

Looks like a penguin.

No, no, no, no.

I didn't mean what's on the television set.

I meant what program.

- Ohh. -Oh.

[HUMMING]

7 Young and handsome ♪

[BOTH] I Girl from Ipanema Goes walking ♪

It's funny that penguin being there, isn't it?

- What's it doing there? - Standing.

I can see that.

[fit lays an egg...

it will fall down the back of the television set.

- We'll have to watch that. - Mmm.

Unless it's a male.

Och, I never thought of that.

Yes.

Looks fairly butch.

Perhaps it comes from next door.

Penguins don't come from next door,

they come from the Antarctic.

Burma!

- Why'd you say "Burma"? - I panicked.

Oh.

Perhaps it's from the zoo.

Which zoo?

How should I know which zoo? I'm not Dr. Bloody Bemnowski.

How does Dr. Bernowski know which zoo it came from?

He knows everything.

Oh, I wouldn't like that.

It'd take the mystery out of life.

Anyway, if it came from the zoo,

itd have "Property of the Zoo" stamped on it.

No, it wouldn't.

They don't stamp animals "Property of the Zoo."

You couldn't stamp a huge lion.

What happens when they molt?

Lions don't molt.

No, but penguins do.

There, I've run rings around you, logically.

Oh. Intercourse the penguin.

It's, uh, just gone 8:00 and time for the penguin

on top of your television set to explode.

How did he know that was going to happen?

It was an inspired guess. And now...

Number 23...the shin.

Number 24...

Reginald Maudling's shin.

Number 25...the brain.

Margaret Thatcher's brain,

And number 27...

more naughty bits.

Number 28...

the naughty bits of the cabinet.

the interior of a country house.

That's not a part of the body.

No, it's a link, though. I didn't think it was very good.

No, it's the end of the series. They must be out of ideas.

Allright, don't anybody move.

There's been a murder.

A murder?

No, no. Not murder. No.

Uh, what's like a murder but begins with B?

Birmingham?

-No, no, no, no, no. - [MAN 1] Burnley?

Burnley, that's right. Bumley in Lancashire.

There's been a Burnley.

Burglary.

Burglary. Yes. Good man.

Burglary. That's it, of course.

- There's been a burglary. - Where?

In the back, Just below the rib.

No, that's murder.

Oh, no. In the--

Eh, in the band.

In the bat. Barclays bat.

- Barclays Bank? - Yes. Nasty business.

Got away with 23,000 pounds.

Any clues?

Any what?

[MAN 2] Well, any evidence as to who did it?

Any clues, eh?

Qoh, we don't half talk posh, do we? Ha-ha!

I suppose you say "ehnvelope” and "lamgerie,"

and "sarndwiches on the settee."

This is a murder investigation, young man,

and murder is a very serious business.

[MAN 1] I thought you said it was a burglary.

Burglary is almost as serious a business as murder.

Some burglaries are more serious.

A burglary in which someone gets stabbed is murder.

So don't come to these petty distinctions with me.

You're as bad as a judge.

Right. Now...

the first thing to do in the event of a breach

of a peace of any kind istogoand...

Sorry, sorry. I was miles away.

- Ah, ring the police? - Ring the police.

Get them over here fast.

No, get them over here slowly

so they don't drop anything.

Shall I make us all a cup of tea?

Make what you like, Boskovitch.

It won't help you in court. Hm-hm.

I beg your pardon?

I'm sorry. Sorry.

I'm on top of being on two cases at once.

I keep thinking I've got Boskovitch cornered,

whereas in fact, I'm investigating a Bumley.

- Burglary? - Yes, good man.

[SIREN WAILING]

Um...w-who's--? Who's Boskovitch?

Ha!

Boskovitch is a Russian scientist

who's passing information to the Russians.

Classified information?

Oh, there he goes again.

"Classified information.”

Oh, sitting on the settee with our scones

and our classified information.

Hello.

Oh, hello, Duckie.

Hello, sir. How are you?

I'm fine, thanks. How are you?

Well, sir, I'm a little bit moody today, sir.

- Why's that, Duckie? - [MUSIC PLAYS]

Because...

7 I'm a little bit sad And lonely ♪

7 Now, my baby's gone away ♪

♪ I'm feeling kind of biue 1 don't know just what to do ♪

1 feel a little sad today ♪

[ALL]! He's a fittle bit sad And lonely

7 Now, his baby's gone away ♪

♪ He's fesling kind of blue He don't know just what to do ♪

1 He ain't feeling so good Today

- When I smile ? - Ahhh

- 1 The sun comes flooding in J - ♪ No, no, no, no, no, no, no ♪

-♪ When I'm sad -2 Ahhh?

7 it goes behind the clouds Again?

7 I'm a little bit sad And lonely ♪

7 When my baby's Gone away ♪

2 I'm feeling kind of-- §

[ALL] Et cetera, et cetera.

[INSPECTOR] A lovely song, Duckie.

[APPLAUSE]

And that's the final entry:

[SPEAKS FRENCH]

And now, Guten Abend.

Die scores. Das scores.

Les scores. Die scores. Dei scores.

Oh, scores. Hal Scores.

Yes, Monaco is the winner.

[ASIAN ACCENT] Ha! Monaco is a liner.

[JAMAICAN ACCENT] Oh, yes, man. Monaco's won the big prize, bwana.

[NORMAL VOICE] And now here is Chief Inspector Jean-Paul Zatapathique

with the winning song once again.

[ANNOUNCER] And so Inspector Zatapathique,

the forensic expert from the Monaco Murder Squad,

sings his song, "Bing Tiddle Tiddle Bong."

[CHOIR HUMMING]

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

[SINGING IN FRENCH]

[ALL] ♪ Bing tiddle tiddie bang ♪

[CHOIR] 1 Bong tiddle fiddle bang ♪

1 Bong tiddle tiddle tidale Tiddle fiddle ♪

7 Bong tiddle fiddle bong ♪

7 Bong tiddle tiddie bing }

1 Bing tiddle tiddle Bang tiddle tiddle ♪

1 Bong tiddle tidcle tiddle Bang bong bing

1 Bang bong tiddle tiddle ticdle Bang bong bing §

7 Tiddle tiddle bang ♪

1 Bong tiddle tiddle tiddle Tiddle, tiddle §

- I Bing bang bong ♪ - 1 Tiddle tidclle I

1 Tiddle tiddle Bing bang bong

I Tiddle tiddle Bong tiddle tiddle bing

[PANTING]

[ANNOUNCER] Number 31...the end.