In life, there are a few things that Ican honestly say that will make me drop down and roll on the floor and laugh like an idiot. Not that I do not normally, but in this case, it’s just brilliant. I am ofcourse talking about Monty Python. And if you do not know them already here is a sketch about a Parrot in a bet shop. Inspired by none other than, the previous entry.
Take in to fact that before, ther was In Living Color, Mad TV, or Saturday Night Live, it was all Monty Python’s Flying Circus.
C: ‘Ello, Miss?
Owner: What do you mean “miss”?
C: <pause> I’m sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint!
O: We’re closin’ for lunch.
C: Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about this parrot what I
purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique.
O: Oh yes, the, uh, the Norwegian Blue…What’s,uh…What’s wrong with it?
C: I’ll tell you what’s wrong with it, my lad. ‘E’s dead, that’s what’s
wrong with it!
O: No, no, ‘e’s uh,…he’s resting.
C: Look, matey, I know a dead parrot when I see one, and I’m looking
at one right now.
O: No no he’s not dead, he’s, he’s restin’! Remarkable bird, the Norwegian
Blue, idn’it, ay? Beautiful plumage!
C: The plumage don’t enter into it. It’s stone dead.
O: Nononono, no, no! ‘E’s resting!
C: All right then, if he’s restin’, I’ll wake him up!
(shouting at the cage)
‘Ello, Mister Polly Parrot! I’ve got a lovely fresh cuttle fish for you if
you show…(owner hits the cage)
O: There, he moved!
C: No, he didn’t, that was you hitting the cage!
O: I never!!
C: Yes, you did!
O: I never, never did anything…
C: (yelling and hitting the cage repeatedly) ‘ELLO POLLY!!!!!
Testing! Testing! Testing! Testing! This is your nine o’clock alarm call!
(Takes parrot out of the cage and thumps its head on the counter. Throws it up
in the air and watches it plummet to the floor.)
C: Now that’s what I call a dead parrot.
O: No, no…..No, ‘e’s stunned!
O: Yeah! You stunned him, just as he was wakin’ up! Norwegian Blues
stun easily, major.
C: Um…now look…now look, mate, I’ve definitely ‘ad enough of this.
That parrot is definitely deceased, and when I purchased it not ‘alf an hour
ago, you assured me that its total lack of movement was due to it bein’
tired and shagged out following a prolonged squawk.
O: Well, he’s…he’s, ah…probably pining for the fjords.
C: PININ’ for the FJORDS?!?!?!? What kind of talk is that?, look, why
did he fall flat on his back the moment I got ‘im home?
O: The Norwegian Blue prefers keepin’ on it’s back! Remarkable bird, id’nit,
squire? Lovely plumage!
C: Look, I took the liberty of examining that parrot when I got it home,
and I discovered the only reason that it had been sitting on its perch in
the first place was that it had been NAILED there.
O: Well, o’course it was nailed there! If I hadn’t nailed that bird down,
it would have nuzzled up to those bars, bent ’em apart with its beak, and
C: “VOOM”?!? Mate, this bird wouldn’t “voom” if you put four million volts
through it! ‘E’s bleedin’ demised!
O: No no! ‘E’s pining!
C: ‘E’s not pinin’! ‘E’s passed on! This parrot is no more! He has ceased
to be! ‘E’s expired and gone to meet ‘is maker! ‘E’s a stiff! Bereft
of life, ‘e rests in peace! If you hadn’t nailed ‘im to the perch ‘e’d be
pushing up the daisies! ‘Is metabolic processes are now ‘istory! ‘E’s off
the twig! ‘E’s kicked the bucket, ‘e’s shuffled off ‘is mortal coil, run
down the curtain and joined the bleedin’ choir invisibile!!
THIS IS AN EX-PARROT!!
O: Well, I’d better replace it, then.