Just to show I can jump on a bandwagon as good as the next bloke (and he is good, very good) I thought I would start a thread about people's (that's you) favourite moments from the television series. Notice I said television series, everyone noticed that? Okay, good. Now it can be sketches...or the other stuff...yes well I think I explained that good. Let me start us off with my favourite sketch...

Cleese (talking very fast, as do all the commentators): Hello, good evening and welcome to Election Night Special. There's tremendous excitement here at the moment and we should be getting the first results through any moment now. We're not sure where it will be from, it might be Leicester or from West Byfleet, the polling's been quite heavy in both areas. Ah, I'm just getting... I'm just getting... a buzzing noise in my left ear. Urgh, argh! (removes insect and stamps on it). And now let's go straight over to Leicester.

Palin: And it's a straight fight here at Leicester and we're expecting the result any moment now. There with the Returning Officer is Arthur Smith the sensible candidate and next to him is Jethro Q. Walrustitty the silly candidate with his agent and his silly wife.

Idle: (clears throat) Here is the result for Leicester. Arthur J. Smith...

Cleese: (Sensible Party)

Idle: ...30,612. (applause) Jethro Q. Bunn Whackett Buzzard Stubble and Boot Walrustitty...

Cleese: (Silly Party)

Idle: ...33,108. (applause)

Cleese: Well there we have the first result of the election and the Silly party has held Leicester. Norman.

Palin: Well pretty much as I predicted, except that the Silly party won. Er, I think this is largely due to the number of votes cast. Gerald.

Chapman: Well there's a big swing here to the Silly Party, but how big a swing I'm not going to tell you.

Palin: I think one should point out that in this constituency since the last election a lot of very silly people have moved into new housing estates with the result that a lot of sensible voters have moved further down the road the other side of number er, 29.

Cleese: Well I can't add anything to that. Colin?

Idle: Can I just say that this is the first time I've been on television?

Cleese: No I'm sorry, there isn't time, we're just going straight over to Luton.

Chapman: Well here at Luton it's a three-cornered contest between, from left to right, Alan Jones (Sensible Party), Tarquin Fintimlinbinwhinbimlim Bus Stop F'tang F'tang Ole Biscuit-Barrel (Silly Party), and Kevin Phillips Bong, who is running on the Slightly Silly ticket. And here's the result.

Woman: Alan Jones...

Cleese: (Sensible)

Woman: ...9,112. Kevin Phillips Bong...

Cleese: (Slightly Silly)

Woman: Nought. Tarquin Fintimlinbinwhinbimlim Bus Stop F'tang F'tang Ole Biscuit-Barrel...

Cleese: (Silly)

Woman: 12,441. (applause)

Cleese: Well there you have it, the first result of the election as the Silly Party take Luton. Norman.

Palin: Well this is a very significant result. Luton, normally a very sensible constituency with a high proportion of people who aren't a bit silly, has gone completely ga-ga.

Cleese: And we've just heard that James Gilbert has with him the winning Silly candidate at Luton.

Idle: Tarquin, are you pleased with this result?

Tarquin (Palin): Ho yus, me old beauty, I should say so. (Silly noises including a goat bleating).

Cleese: And do we have the swing at Luton?

Chapman: Er... no.

Cleese: (pause) Right, well I can't add anything to that. Colin?

Idle: Can I just say that this is the second time I've been on television?

Cleese: No, I'm sorry there isn't time, we're just about to get another result.

Palin: And this one is from Harpenden Southeast. A very interesting constituency this: in addition to the official Silly candidate there is an unofficial Very Silly candidate, in the slab of concrete, and he could well split the silly vote here at Harpenden Southeast.

Jones: Mrs Elsie Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

Cleese: (Silly)

Jones: 26,317 (applause). Jeanette Walker...

Cleese: (Sensible)

Jones: 26,318...

Cleese: Very close!

Jones: Malcolm Peter Brian Telescope Adrian Blackpool Rock Stoatgobbler John Raw Vegetable Brrroooo Norman Michael (rings bell) (blows whistle) Edward (sounds car horn) (does train impersonation) (sounds buzzer) Thomas Moo... (sings) "We'll keep a welcome in the..." (fires gun) William (makes silly noise) "Raindrops keep falling on my" (weird noise) "Don't sleep in the subway" (cuckoo cuckoo) Naaoooo... Smith...

Cleese: (Very Silly)

Jones: ...two.

Cleese: Well there you have it, a Sensible gain at Harpenden with the Silly vote being split.

Palin: And we've just heard from Luton that Tony Stratton-Smith has with him there the unsuccessful Slightly Silly candidate, Kevin Phillips Bong.

Idle: Kevin Phillips Bong. You polled no votes at all. Not a sausage. Bugger all. Are you at all disappointed with this performance?

Bong (Neil Innes): Not at all. As I always say:
Climb every mountain
Ford every stream,
Follow every by-way,
Till you find your dream.
(Sings) A dream that will last
All the love you can give
Every day of your life
For as long as you live.
All together now!
Climb every mountain
Ford every stream...

Cleese: A very brave Kevin Phillips Bong there. Norman.

Palin: And I've just heard from Luton that my aunt is ill. Possibly gastro-enteritis, possibly just catarrh. Gerald.

Cleese: Right. Er, Colin?
Idle: Can I just say that I'll never appear on television again?

Cleese: No I'm sorry, there isn't time, we have to pick up a few results you may have missed. A little pink -cat has taken Barrow-in-Furness -- that's a gain from the Liberals there. Rastus Odinga Odinga has taken Wolverhampton Southwest, that's Enoch Powell's old constituency -- an important gain there for Darkie Power. Arthur Negus has held Bristols -- that's not a result, that's just a piece of gossip. Sir Alec Douglas Home has taken Oldham for the Stone Dead party. A small piece of putty about that big, a cheese mechanic from Dunbar and two frogs -- one called Kipper the other not -- have all gone "Ni ni ni ni ni ni!" in Blackpool Central. And so it's beginning to look like a Silly landslide, and with the prospect of five more years' Silly government facing us we... Oh I don't want to do this any more, I'm bored!

Palin: He's right you know, it is a bloody waste of time.

Chapman: Absolute waste of time.

Palin: I wanted to be a gynaecologist...

I think you really have to watch an election night special to fully appreciate this sketch. My recommendation would be the 1997 election.

Vote Hilter!

I actually haven't seen the series for some time, which is a shame. But German TV didn't show it for long, and last time even in a dubbed version...
I guess I'll have to buy it on DVD.

To be honest, I've only seen three episodes of the series that I rented today. I know, a shame. I'm going to rent them constantly from now on, though. :goodjob:

From what I've seen, has to be the Life of Country Idiots Sketch. Hilarious. :D

Hey Hitro, have you seen the German Monty Python episode? Just in case you don't know what I'm talking about, I'll clarify: The Pythons once made an entire episode where they all spoke German and German only. I think they mostly used new material for the show, but the did recycle some stuff (for example, they sang the Lumberjack Song in German, I think it was called Ich bin eine holtzfeller or something (please don't laugh at my pathetic attempts to spell in German :D ))

I saw the episode a few years ago, and from what I remember it was really funny.

If you've seen it, how well did the Pythons manage to speak German? I seem to remember that some of them spoke very little, and some spoke a lot, so I would guess that some of the Pythons weren't all that good at the language.

German episdoe this way (http://www.intriguing.com/mp/_scripts/)

i found the german episode on the link above



another funny sketch


Good evening. Here is the news for Parrots:



No parrots were involved in an accident on the M-1 today when a Lorry carrying

High-octane fuel was in collison with a bollard. That's a BOLLARD and *NOT* a

PARROT. A spokesman for parrots said he was glad no parrots were involved.

The Minister of Technology today met the three Russian leaders to discusa

a 4 million pound airliner deal....None of them entered the cage, or swung on

the little wooden trapeze or ate any of the nice millet seed. Yum, Yum.



And while thats going on, here's a parliamentary report for Humans:

In the debate, a spokesman accused the goverment of being silly and doing

not at all good things. The member accepted this in the spirit of healthy

criticism, but denied that he had ever been naughty with a choir boy.

Angry shouts of 'What about the Watermelon then' were ordered then by the

speaker to be stricken from the record and put into a brown paper bag in the

lavvy. Any further interruptions would be cut up and distributed amongst

the poor. For the Government, a front-bench spokesman said the Agricultural

Tariff WOULD have to be raised. And he fancied a bit. Whats more he argued,

this would give a large boost to farmers, him, his friends, and Miss Moist

of Knightsbridge. From the back benches there were opposition shouts of

'Postcards for sale' and a healthy cry of 'Who likes a sailor then' from the

minister without portfolio. Replying, the Shadow Minister said he could no

longer deny the rumors, but he and the Dachsund were very happy. And in any

case he argued Rhubarb was cheap, and what was the harm in a sauna bath?



We're not involved.



The Minister of Technology met the three Russian leaders to discuss a 4 million

pound airliner deal....none of them were indigenous to Australia, carried their

young in pouches, or ate any of those yummy Eucalyptus leaves..Yum Yum. Thats

the news for wombats...now Attila the Hun.

FYI, CGannon, there's a boxed set of two books called Monty Python's All the Words that has every Flying Circus skit.

The movies are separate; I only have Holy Grail.

The Architects Sketch
Scene: A large posh office. Two clients, well-dressed city gents, sit facing a large table at which stands Mr. Tid, the account manager of the architectural firm.


Mr. Tid (Graham Chapman): Well, gentlemen, we have two architectural designs for this new residential block of yours and I
thought it best if the architects themselves explained the particular advantages of theirdesigns.

There is a knock at the door.

Mr. Tid: Ah! That's probably the first architect now. Come in.

Mr. Wiggin enters.

Mr. Wiggin (John Cleese): Good morning, gentlemen.
Clients: Good morning.
Mr. Wiggin: This is a 12-storey block combining classical neo-Georgian features with the efficiency of modern techniques. The tenants arrive here and are carried along the corridor on a conveyor belt in extremecomfort, past murals depicting Mediterranean scenes, towards the rotating knives. The last twenty feet of the corridor are heavily soundproofed. The blood pours down these chutes and the mangled flesh slurps into these....

Client 1: Excuse me.
Mr. Wiggin: Yes?
Client 1: Did you say 'knives'?
Mr. Wiggin: Rotating knives, yes.
Client 2: Do I take it that you are proposing to slaughter our tenants?
Mr. Wiggin: ...Does that not fit in with your plans?
Client 1: Not really. We asked for a simple block of flats.
Mr. Wiggin: Oh. I hadn't fully divined your attitude towards the tenants. You see, I mainly design slaughter houses.
Clients: Ah.
Mr. Wiggin: Pity.
Clients: Yes.
Mr. Wiggin: (indicating points of the model) Mind you, this is a real beaut. None of your blood caked on the walls and flesh flying out of the windows incommoding the passers-by with this one. (confidentially) My life has been leading up to this.

Client 2: Yes, and well done, but we wanted an apartment block.
Mr. Wiggin: May I ask you to reconsider.
Clients: Well....
Mr. Wiggin: You wouldn't regret this. Think of the tourist trade.
Client 1: I'm sorry. We want a block of flats, not an abattoir.
Mr. Wiggin: ...I see. Well, of course, this is just the sort of blinkered philistine ignorance I've come to expect from you non-creative garbage. You sit there on your loathsome spotty behinds squeezing blackheads, not caring a tinker's cuss for the struggling artist. You excrement! You whining hypocritical toadies with your colour TV sets and your Tony Jacklin golf clubs and your bleeding masonic secret handshakes. You wouldn't let me join, would you, you blackballing bastards. Well I wouldn't become a Freemason if you went down on your stinking knees and begged me.
Client 2: We're sorry you feel that way but we did want a block of flats, nice though the abattoir is.
Mr. Wiggin: Oh sod the abattoir, that's not important.
(He dashes forward and kneels in front of them.)
But if any of you could put in a word for me I'd love to be a
mason. Masonry opens doors. I'd be very quiet, I was a bit on
edge just now but if I were a mason I'd sit at the back and not get in anyone's way.
Client 1: (politely) Thank you.
Mr. Wiggin: ...I've got a second-hand apron.
Client 2: Thank you.

(Mr. Wiggin hurries to the door but stops...)
Mr. Wiggin: I nearly got in at Hendon.
Client 1: Thank you.

Mr. Wiggin exits. Mr Tid rises.

Mr. Tid: I'm sorry about that. Now the second architect is Mr. Wymer of Wymer and Dibble.

(Mr. Wymer enters, carrying his model with great care. He places it on the table.)

Mr. Wymer: Good morning gentlemen. This is a scale model of the block, 28 stories high, with 280 apartments. It has three main lifts and two service lifts. Access would be from Dibbingley Road.

(The model falls over. Mr Wymer quickly places it upright again.)

The structure is built on a central pillar system with...

(The model falls over again. Mr Wymer tries to make it stand up, but it won't, so he has to hold it upright.)

...with cantilevered floors in pre-stressed steel and concrete. The dividing walls on each floor section are fixed by recessed magnalium-flanged grooves.

(The bottom ten floors of the model give way and it partly collapses.)

By avoiding wood and timber derivatives and all other inflammables we have almost totally removed the risk of....

(The model is smoking. The odd flame can be seen.)

Frankly, I think the central pillar may need strengthening.
Client 2: Is that going to put the cost up?
Mr. Wymer: I'm afraid so.
Client 2: I don't know we need to worry too much about strengthening that. After all, these are not meant to be luxury flats.
Client 1: Absolutely. If we make sure the tenants are of light build and relatively sedentary and if the weather's on our side, I think we have a winner here.
Mr. Wymer: Thank you.

(The model explodes.)

Client 2: I quite agree.
Mr. Wymer: Well, thank you both very much.
(They all shake hands, giving the secret Mason's handshake.)

Cut to Mr. Wiggin watching at the window.
Mr. Wiggin (turning to camera): It opens doors, I'm telling you.

Almost every episode has *something* good in it.

My personal favourites: the Spanish Inquisition sketch, and the entire "Fliegender Zirkus" episode.

My all time fave python moment would be...
"search for the holy grail",
The lumberjack song,
The philosophers club
the spam song.

There are sooooo many great sketches and songs theat's it's almost too hard to pick a favourite. I'm yet to hear one that I hate.

One that always gets me going is 'a minute past'. I have the wav file but not a transcript, I'm to tired to type it all out at the moment.

I seen the Holy Grian (sp???) very funny, but very dumb... :D

Originally posted by 123john321
I seen the Holy Grian (sp???) very funny, but very dumb... :D


That's ok. The less people at castle anthrax the better;)

I like the football match sketch:
famous Greek philosophers vs. famous German philosophers (IIRC, 1:0 for Greeks)

... and Eric Idle saying (Fl.C. live at Hollywood Bowl):
"American beer is like making love in canoe. Too close to water." :lol:

I think you mean "American beer is like making love in a canoe. It's f***king close to water."

The best skit from Hollywood Bowl, though, is the Last Supper.

I liked it when John Cleese was walking through the audience selling Albatross's

Did anyone catch Eric Idle on The Simpsons tonight?

The best skit from Hollywood Bowl, though, is the Last Supper. Are you mad? The best skit is The Four Yorkshire. It is so true to life.

The best from H.B. is Silly Walks, IMO.
John Cleese *walking* around ruling out gravity law and talking at the same time... Not just funny, but also very artistic multi-tasking.

From TV show: The man who wants to jump over the channel, handicapped by carrying sponsor's clinkers. Although I've seen that episode numerous times, I'll fall off my chair when I watch him again on his first try. Splash.

Here's my fave, love the wizard chin-wagging:

The Banter Sketch from Monty Python's Flying Circus

(Scene: a wartime RAF station)

Jones: Morning, Squadron Leader.
Idle: What-ho, Squiffy.
Jones: How was it?
Idle: Top-hole. Bally Jerry, pranged his kite right in the how's-your-father; hairy blighter, dicky-birded, feathered back on his sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harpers and caught his can in the Bertie.
Jones: Er, I'm afraid I don't quite follow you, Squadron Leader.
Idle: It's perfectly ordinary banter, Squiffy. Bally Jerry, pranged his kite right in the how's-your-father; hairy blighter, dicky-birded, feathered back on his sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harpers and caught his can in the Bertie.
Jones: No, I'm just not understanding banter at all well today. Give us it slower.
Idle: Banter's not the same if you say it slower, Squiffy.
Jones: Hold on then -- Wingco! -- just bend an ear to the Squadron Leader's banter for a sec, would you?
Chapman: Can do.
Jones: Jolly good. Fire away.
Idle: Bally Jerry... (he goes through it all again)
Chapman: No, I don't understand that banter at all.
Idle: Something up with my banter, chaps?

GRAMS: AIR RAID SIRENS
(Enter Palin, out of breath)

Palin: Bunch of monkeys on the ceiling, sir! Grab your egg-and-fours and let's get the bacon delivered!
Chapman (to Idle): Do you understand that?
Idle: No -- I didn't get a word of it.
Chapman: Sorry, old man, we don't understand your banter.
Palin: You know -- bally tenpenny ones dropping in the custard!
(no reaction)
Palin: Um -- Charlie choppers chucking a handful!
Chapman: No no -- sorry.
Jones: Say it slower, old chap.
Palin: Slower banter, sir?
Chapman: Ra-ther.
Palin: Um -- sausage squad up the blue end?
Idle: No, still don't get it.
Palin: Um -- cabbage crates coming over the briny?
The others: No, no.

(Film of air-raid)

Idle (voice-over): But by then it was too late. The first cabbage crates hit
London on July the 7th. That was just the beginning.

(Chapman seen sitting at desk, on telephone)

Chapman: Five shillings a dozen? That's ordinary cabbages, is it? And what about the bombs?... Good Lord, they are expensive!

:lol:HA HA HAHAHAH HAH HA HA (giggle snicker snicker)

@ Mr president

You got that right. That has to be one of the funniest skits EVER.

The second most funniest skits was last christmas my wife Mandy (and her friend Lisa) wrote a christmas skit about Mary and Jesus and made the Magi (wise men) from the east into the four yorkshire men.
We took the 4 yorkshire men and slightly modified it so it sounded more christmassy.
This is how it went.........

Wise man I (Paul):
Very passable, this, eh? Very passable.

All:
Ay, oh ay.

Wise man II (Sharon):
Nothing like gold frankincense and myrrh, eh?

Wise man III (Mark):
Myrrh! Luxury!

Wise man II (Sharon):
Ay.

Wise man I(Paul):
Who would have thought, back in 20BC, we'd all be here giving gold, frankincense and myrrh, eh?

All:
Ay, ay.

Wise man III (Mark)
Them days we were glad to be able to give the price of a cup of tea.

Wise man II (Sharon):
Ay! A cup of cold tea!

Wise man III (Mark):
Ay!

Wise man I(Paul):
Without milk or sugar!

Wise man III (Mark):
Or tea!

Wise man II (Sharon):
In a cracked cup and all.

Wise man I (Paul):
Oh, we never used give a cup! We used to give a drink out of a rolled-up newspaper!

Wise man II (Sharon):
The best we could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.

Wise man III (Mark):
But you know, we were happy in those days, although we were poor.

Wise man I (Paul):
Because we were poor!

Wise man III (Mark):
Ay!

Wise man II (Sharon):
My old dad used to say to me: "A Palace of Gold doesn't bring you happiness, son!"

Wise man I (Paul):
He was right!

Wise man II (Sharon):
Ay!

Wise man I (Paul):
I was happier then and I had nothing! We used to live in this tiny old tumble-down house with great big holes in the roof.

Wise man II (Sharon):
House! You were lucky to live in a house! We used to live in one room, all twenty-six of us, no furniture, half the floor was missing, we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of falling.

Wise man III (Mark):
You were lucky to have a room! We used to have to live in a manger!

Wise man II (Sharon):
Oh, we used to dream of living in a manger! Would have been a palace to us! We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woke up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House, huh!

Wise man I (Paul):
Well, when I say "house", it was just a hole in the ground, covered by a sheet of tarpaulin, but it was a house to us!

Wise man II (Sharon):
We were evicted from our hole in the ground. We had to go and live in a lake!

Wise man III (Mark):
You were lucky to have a lake! There were 150 of us living in a shoebox in the middle of the road!

Wise man I (Paul):
A cardboard box?

Wise man III (Mark):
Ay!

Wise man I(Paul):
You were lucky! We lived for three months in a rolled-up newspaper in a septic tank! We used to have to get up every morning, at six o'clock and clean the newspaper, go to work down the mill, fourteen hours a day, week in, week out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home, our dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!

Wise man III (Mark):
Luxury! We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, work twenty hours a day at mill, for twopence a month, come home, and dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!

Wise man II (Sharon):
Well, of course, we had it tough! We used to have to get up out of the shoebox in the middle of the night, and lick the road clean with our tongues! We had to eat half a handful of freezing cold gravel, work twenty-four hours a day at mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our dad would slice us in two with a breadknife!

Wise man I (Paul):
Right! I had to get up in the morning, at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill and pay mill-owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our dad would kill us and dance about on our graves, singing Hallelujah!

Wise man III (Mark):
Oh, ay. And when we give our gold, frankincense and myrrh to the young people of today, you try and tell them that, and they won't believe you!

All:
No, no they won't!


It's the original script with a couple of changes, complete with really bad fake yorkshire accents.
Actually it was 1 yorkshire accent, 1 part yorkshire part indian part south african and 1 east enders accent.

Originally posted by cromagnon
I think you mean "American beer is like making love in a canoe. It's f***king close to water."

Exactly. I'll order a new brain. :lol:


The best skit from Hollywood Bowl, though, is the Last Supper.
...and a nice painting with three Christs in.

:lol lovely, just lovely :D

Here's mine, just because it makes fun outta my political beliefs...

WORLD FORUM

(Seems serious, a long table in which five men are seated. A host of some kind sitting in the middle. Everyone seems set for some kind of political debate.)

Host (Eric Idle): Good evening and welcome to World Forum. Today we are priviliged and deeply honored to have with us Karl Marx (close-up on Terry Jones wearing a beard), author of the Communist Manifesto (applause), Vladimir Iljitch Ulanov better known to the world as Lenin (close-up on a non-python person wearing a goatee and a Red Army hat), leader of the Russian Revolution, writer, spokesman and father of modern Communism (applause), Che Guevara (close-up on Terry Gilliam relaxing with a smoldering cigar), the Bolivian guerrilla leader (applause), and Mao Tse Tung (close-up on an asian non-python member), chairman of the Chinese Communist party since 1949 (applause).

Host: And the first question is for you, Karl Marx. The Hammers. The Hammers is the nickname of... What English football team?

(Karl Marx looks confused)

Host: The Hammers? No? Well bad luck Karl, it is in fact West Ham United (smiles, applause).

Host: With scores all equal, we now go on to our second round and Lenin, it's your start of a ten. Coventry City last won the FA Cup in what year?

(Lenin shakes his head)

Host: Coventry City last won the FA Cup in what year? Anyone? No? Well, I'm not surprised you didn't get that, Coventry City has NEVER won the English FA Cup (applause).

Host: Che Guevara. Che.

(Che smiles confidently)

Host: Terry Johnson and Pearl Carr last won the Eurovision Song Contest in 1959. What was the name of the song?

(Che looks completely oblivious and angry because he doesn't know the answer)

Host: I'll have to throw the question open. Terry Johnson and Pearl Carrs winning song in the Eurovision Song contest in 1959? No?

(Buzzer)

Host: Yes, Mao Tse Tung!

Mao: "Sing little birdie"?

Host: Yes! Yes, it was indeed. Well challenged.

Host: We now move on to our special gift section and the prize for tonight is this beautiful lounge sweet! (Drapes swing open to reveal a picture of the lounge sweet. Cries of awe from the audience) Our contestant for tonight is Karl Marx and he has elected to answer questions on the workers control of factories. Are you nervous Karl?

Karl Marx: A little, yes.

Host: You're a brave man Karl. The development of the industrial proletariat is conditioned by what other development?

Karl Marx: The development of the industrial bourgeoisie.

Host: Yes! Yes it is indeed. Well done, Karl, two more quesitons and that beautiful lounge sweet will be yours. The struggle of class against class is a *what* struggle, a *what* struggle?

Karl Marx: (Smiling) A political struggle.

Host: Yes! Yes... Now there's just one more question. Are you gonna have a go?

Karl Marx: Yes, please.

Host: You're a brave man, Karl. Who won the cup final in 1949?

Karl Marx: (Struggling) Er... Er... The workers control the means of production? No, no... The struggle of the urban proletariat?

Host: No, it was Wolverhampton Wanderers who beat Leicester 3-1.

Karl Marx: Oh.


....


:lol It always get me rollin' on the floor, probably because I am marxist and also just as frustrated as those Python-Communists about about gameshows who eschew questions about politics and other decent subjects in favor of sporting events... of which I know absolutely nothing about, of course. :D