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Monty python :the holy grail.
Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2005 2:54 am
by Yugi
your favorite scenes from the ''britons'' funny movie.
"It's just a flesh wound"
Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2005 2:59 am
by JediKitsune
"He must be a king."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because he hasn't got sh*t all over him."
Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2005 3:31 am
by Neoshinobi
I remember lmao at the knight fight scene where the guy was hacking his arms and legs off when I was a kid...
Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2005 3:42 am
by Amiricle
"Dats no orrrdinary bunny rrrabbit"
Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2005 6:44 am
by Eviticus
King Arthur: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. THAT is why I am your king.
Dennis: [interrupting] Listen, strange women lyin' in ponds distributin' swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2005 8:19 pm
by Yugi
Stay here and make sure he doesn't leave
who,him?
no.
Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2005 1:32 am
by Kotomo
"What is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?"
"What do you mean? An African or European swallow?"
"Wha? I-I don't know that-Waaahhhh!!!!!"
Lol love that scene with the bridgekeeper^^
Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2005 4:29 am
by Leane
"What is your favorite color?"
"Blue. No Yellooooooowwwww!!!!"
Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2005 9:17 am
by Nobodyreal
"They were forced to eat Sir Robin's minstrels. And there was much rejoicing."
Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2005 8:30 pm
by Yugi
"by what name are you known?"
"there are some who call me...tim..?"
Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2005 8:36 pm
by Eviticus
Yaaay...
Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2005 9:40 pm
by Yugi
"you shall be on partially wounded!"
"actually i think i'll go for a walk.."
Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2005 9:41 pm
by Leane
"Halt! Who goes there?"
"It is I Aurthur, King of the Britons."
"Bull, the other one?"
"I am, and this is my trusty servant Patsy. We have ridden the length and bredth of the land, since the snows..."
"Ridden, what on a horse?"
"Yes."
"you're using cocanuts. Where did you get them."
"I found them."
"In Mercia? The cocanuts tropical."
"What do you mean?"
"Well this is a temerate zone."
"The swallow or the halswarth may seek warmer climes in winter, but theae are not strangers in this land."
"Are you suggesting cocanuts migrate?"
"Not at all, they could be carried."
"What a swallow carry a cocanut?"
"It could grip it by the husk."
"Its not a question of where he grips it, its a simple matter of wight ratios. A five ounze bird cannot carry a one pound cocanut."
ect.
Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2005 9:43 pm
by Yugi
Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2005 4:03 am
by Kotomo
No one's posted this yet >:D
"You don't frighten us, Engilsh pig-dog. Go and boil your bottom, son of a silly person. I blow my nose on you so-called Arthur King, your and your silly English k...niggets."
"What a strange person"
"Now look here my good man"
"I don't want to talk to you, no more, you empty-headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. You mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries."
Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2005 5:23 am
by Yugi
i am roger the schrubber!
Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 4:45 am
by Fayin
Well, let me have just a little bit of peril?
and...
I told zem we already got one! *snicker*
Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 1:19 pm
by Losfuin
"She turned me into a newt!"
"A newt?"
"...
I got better..."
Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 1:47 am
by Yugi
[clop clop clop]
[whinny whinny]
GALAHAD:
They're nervous, sire.
ARTHUR:
Then we'd best leave them here and carry on on foot. Dis-mount!
TIM:
Behold the cave of Caerbannog!
ARTHUR:
Right! Keep me covered.
GALAHAD:
What with?
ARTHUR:
W-- just keep me covered.
TIM:
Too late!
[dramatic chord]
ARTHUR:
What?
TIM:
There he is!
ARTHUR:
Where?
TIM:
There!
ARTHUR:
What, behind the rabbit?
TIM:
It is the rabbit.
ARTHUR:
You silly sod!
TIM:
What?
ARTHUR:
You got us all worked up!
TIM:
Well, that's no ordinary rabbit!
ARTHUR:
Ohh.
TIM:
That's the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on!
ROBIN:
You tit! I soiled my armour I was so scared!
TIM:
Look, that rabbit's got a vicious streak a mile wide! It's a killer!
GALAHAD:
Get stuffed!
TIM:
He'll do you up a treat, mate.
GALAHAD:
Oh, yeah?
ROBIN:
You mangy Scots git!
TIM:
I'm warning you!
ROBIN:
What's he do, nibble your bum?
TIM:
He's got huge, sharp-- eh-- he can leap about-- look at the bones!
ARTHUR:
Go on, Bors. Chop his head off!
BORS:
Right! Silly little bleeder. One rabbit stew comin' right up!
TIM:
Look!
[squeak]
BORS:
Aaaugh!
[dramatic chord]
[clunk]
ARTHUR:
Jesus Christ!
TIM:
I warned you!
ROBIN:
I done it again!
TIM:
I warned you, but did you listen to me? Oh, no, you knew it all, didn't you? Oh, it's just a harmless little bunny, isn't it? Well, it's always the same. I always tell them--
ARTHUR:
Oh, shut up!
TIM:
Do they listen to me?
ARTHUR:
Right!
TIM:
Oh, no...
KNIGHTS:
Charge!
[squeak squeak squeak]
KNIGHTS:
Aaaaugh!, Aaaugh!, etc.
ARTHUR:
Run away! Run away!
KNIGHTS:
Run away! Run away!...
TIM:
Ha ha ha ha! Ha haw haw! Ha! Ha ha!
ARTHUR:
Right. How many did we lose?
LAUNCELOT:
Gawain.
GALAHAD:
Ector.
ARTHUR:
And Bors. That's five.
GALAHAD:
Three, sir.
ARTHUR:
Three. Three. And we'd better not risk another frontal assault. That rabbit's dynamite.
ROBIN:
Would it help to confuse it if we run away more?
ARTHUR:
Oh, shut up and go and change your armour.
GALAHAD:
Let us taunt it! It may become so cross that it will make a mistake.
ARTHUR:
Like what?
GALAHAD:
Well... ooh.
LAUNCELOT:
Have we got bows?
ARTHUR:
No.
LAUNCELOT:
We have the Holy Hand Grenade.
ARTHUR:
Yes, of course! The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch! 'Tis one of the sacred relics Brother Maynard carries with him. Brother Maynard! Bring up the Holy Hand Grenade!
MONKS: [chanting]
Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem.
Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem. Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem. Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem.
ARTHUR:
How does it, um-- how does it work?
LAUNCELOT:
I know not, my liege.
ARTHUR:
Consult the Book of Armaments!
BROTHER MAYNARD:
Armaments, chapter two, verses nine to twenty-one.
SECOND BROTHER:
And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, 'O Lord, bless this Thy hand grenade that, with it, Thou mayest blow Thine enemies to tiny bits in Thy mercy.'
And the Lord did grin, and the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats and large chu--
MAYNARD:
Skip a bit, Brother.
SECOND BROTHER:
And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three. No more. No less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then, lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.'
MAYNARD:
Amen.
KNIGHTS:
Amen.
ARTHUR:
Right!
One!... Two!... Five!
GALAHAD:
Three, sir!
ARTHUR:
Three!
[angels sing]
[boom]