triskutt900 said:
sir sir we found a witch
but how do you know she is a witch
she turned me into a newt
A newt?
I got better...
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Some of the exchanges in the Cheese Shop sketch:
MOUSEBENDER: Well, I was, uh, sitting in the public library on Thurmond Street just now, skimming through Rogue Herries by Hugh Walpole, and I suddenly came over all peckish.
WENSLEYDALE: Peckish, sir?
MOUSEBENDER: Esurient.
WENSLEYDALE: Eh?
MOUSEBENDER: (In a broad Yorkshire accent) Eee I were all hungry, like.
WENSLEYDALE: Ah, hungry.
MOUSEBENDER: 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.
WENSLEYDALE: Come again?
MOUSEBENDER: (In a high pitch voice) I want to buy some cheese.
MOUSEBENDER: It's not much of a cheese shop, is it?
WENSLEYDALE: Finest in the district, sir.
MOUSEBENDER: Explain the logic underlying that conclusion, please.
WENSLEYDALE: Well, it's so clean, sir.
MOUSEBENDER: It's certainly uncontaminated by cheese.
MOUSEBENDER: Have you in fact got any cheese here at all?
WENSLEYDALE: Yes, sir.
MOUSEBENDER: Really?
WENSLEYDALE: No. Not really, sir.
MOUSEBENDER: You haven't.
WENSLEYDALE: No, sir, not a scrap. I was deliberately wasting your time, sir.
MOUSEBENDER: Well, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to shoot you.
WENSLEYDALE: Right-O, sir.
MOUSEBENDER: (Shoots him) What a senseless waste of human life.