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The Cheese Shoppe
From Monty Python's Brand New Papperbok
Transcribed from tape by Malcolm Dickinson CLARINET@YALEVMX, 4/4/86

(A customer walks in the door.)

Customer: Good Morning.

Owner: Good morning, Sir. Welcome to the National Cheese Emporium!

Customer: Ah, thank you, my good man.

Owner: What can I do for you, Sir?

C: Well, I was, uh, sitting in the public library on Thurmon Street just now, skimming through "Rogue Herrys" by Hugh Walpole, and I suddenly came over all peckish.

O: Peckish, sir?

C: Esuriant.

O: Eh?

C: 'Ee, Ah wor 'ungry-loike!

O: Ah, hungry!

C: 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!

O: Come again?

C: I want to buy some cheese.

O: Oh, I thought you were complaining about the bazouki player!

C: Oh, heaven forbid: I am one who delights in all manifestations of the Terpsichorean muse!

O: Sorry?

C: 'Ooo, Ah lahk a nice tuune, 'yer forced too!

O: So he can go on playing, can he?

C: Most certainly! Now then, some cheese please, my good man.

O: (lustily) Certainly, sir. What would you like?

C: Well, eh, how about a little red Leicester.

O: I'm, a-fraid we're fresh out of red Leicester, sir.

C: Oh, never mind, how are you on Tilsit?

O: I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir, we get it fresh on Monday.

C: Tish tish. No matter. Well, stout yeoman, four ounces of Caerphilly, if you please.

O: Ah! It's beeeen on order, sir, for two weeks. Was expecting it this morning.

C: 'T's Not my lucky day, is it? Aah, Bel Paese?

O: Sorry, sir.

C: Red Windsor?

O: Normally, sir, yes. Today the van broke down.

C: Ah. Stilton?

O: Sorry.

C: Ementhal? Gruyere?

O: No.

C: Any Norweigan Jarlsburg, per chance.

O: No.

C: Lipta?

O: No.

C: Lancashire?

O: No.

C: White Stilton?

O: No.

C: Danish Brew?

O: No.

C: Double Goucester?

O: <pause> No.

C: Cheshire?

O: No.

C: Dorset Bluveny?

O: No.

C: Brie, Roquefort, Pol le Veq, Port Salut, Savoy Aire, Saint Paulin, Carrier de lest, Bres Bleu, Bruson?

O: No.

C: Camenbert, perhaps?

O: Ah! We have Camenbert, yessir.

C: (suprised) You do! Excellent.

O: Yessir. It's..ah,.....it's a bit runny...

C: Oh, I like it runny.

O: Well,.. It's very runny, actually, sir.

C: No matter. Fetch hither the fromage de la Belle France! Mmmwah!

O: I...think it's a bit runnier than you'll like it, sir.

C: I don't care how fucking runny it is. Hand it over with all speed.

O: Oooooooooohhh........! <pause>

C: What now?

O: The cat's eaten it.

C: <pause> Has he.

O: She, sir. (pause)

C: Gouda?

O: No.

C: Edam?

O: No.

C: Case Ness?

O: No.

C: Smoked Austrian?

O: No.

C: Japanese Sage Darby?

O: No, sir.

C: You ... do have some cheese, don't you?

O: (brightly) Of course, sir. It's a cheese shop, sir. We've got -

C: No no... don't tell me. I'm keen to guess.

O: Fair enough.

C: Uuuuuh, Wensleydale.

O: Yes?

C: Ah, well, I'll have some of that!

O: Oh! I thought you were talking to me, sir. Mister Wensleydale, that's my name.

(pause)

C: Greek Feta?

O: Uh, not as such.

C: Uuh, Gorgonzola?

O: no

C: Parmesan,

O: no

C: Mozarella,

O: no

C: Paper Cramer,

O: no

C: Danish Bimbo,

O: no

C: Czech sheep's milk,

O: no

C: Venezuelan Beaver Cheese?

O: Not today, sir, no. (pause)

C: Aah, how about Cheddar?

O: Well, we don't get much call for it around here, sir.

C: Not much ca.. It's the single most popular cheese in the world!

O: Not 'round here, sir.

C: <slight pause> and what IS the most popular cheese 'round hyah?

O: 'Illchester, sir.

C: IS it.

O: Oh, yes, it's staggeringly popular in this manusquire.

C: Is it.

O: It's our number one best seller, sir!

C: I see. Uuh...'Illchester, eh?

O: Right, sir.

C: All right. Okay. "Have you got any?" He asked, expecting the answer 'no'.

O: I'll have a look, sir.. nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnno.

C: It's not much of a cheese shop, is it?

O: Finest in the district!

C: (annoyed) Explain the logic underlying that conclusion, please.

O: Well, it's so clean, sir!

C: It's certainly uncontaminated by cheese....

O: (brightly) You haven't asked me about Limburger, sir.

C: Would it be worth it?

O: Could be....

C: Have you -- SHUT THAT BLOODY BAZOUKI OFF!

O: Told you sir...

C: (slowly) Have you got any Limburger?

O: No.

C: Figures. Predictable, really I suppose. It was an act of purest optimism to have posed the question in the first place. Tell me:

O: Yessir?

C: (deliberately) Have you in fact got any cheese here at all.

O: Yes,sir.

C: Really? (pause)

O: No. Not really, sir.

C: You haven't.

O: Nosir. Not a scrap. I was deliberately wasting your time,sir.

C: Well I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to shoot you.

O: Right-0, sir.

The customer takes out a gun and shoots the owner.

C: What a senseless waste of human life. .


Spam
from The Final Rip Off
transcribed from tape 3/30/88 Daniel Rich drich@andy.bgsu.edu

Man: Morning.

Waitress: Morning.

Man: Well, what you got?

Waitress: Well, there's egg and bacon; egg, sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg, bacon and spam; egg, bacon, sausage and spam; spam, bacon, sausage and spam; spam, egg, spam, spam, bacon and spam; spam, sausage, spam, spam, spam, bacon, spam, tomato and spam; spam, spam, spam, egg and spam; (vikings start singing in background) spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, spam and spam.

Vikings: Spam, spam , spam, spam, lovely spam, lovely spam.

Waitress (cont): or lobster thermador ecrovets with a bernaise sause, served in the purple salm manor with chalots and overshies, garnashed with truffle pate, brandy, a fried egg on top and spam.

Wife: Have you got anything without spam?

Waitress: Well, there's spam, egg, sausage and spam. That's not got much spam in it.

Wife: I don't want any spam!

Man: Why can't she have egg, bacon, spam and sausage?

Wife: That's got spam in it.

Man: It hasn't got as much spam in it as spam, egg, sausage and spam has it?

Wife: (over vikings starting again) Could you do me egg, bacon, spam and sausage without the spam then?

Waitress: Ech!

Wife: What do you mean ech! I don't like spam!

Vikings: Lovely spam, wonderful spam....etc

Waitress: Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Bloody vikings. You can't have egg, bacon spam and sausage without the spam.

Wife: I don't like spam!

Man: Sh dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it. I'm having spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, spam and spam. (starts vikings off again)

Vikings: Lovely spam, wonderful spam...etc

Waitress: Shut up! Baked beans are off.

Man: Well, can I have her spam instead of the baked beans?

Waitress: You mean spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, and spam?

Vikings: Lovely spam, wonderful spam...etc...spam, spam, spam! (in harmony) .


The Lumberjack Song
from Monty Python's Flying Circus
transcribed from tape on 4/3/86 Malcolm Dickinson CLARINET@YALEVMX

I never wanted to do this in the first place! I... I wanted to be...

A LUMBERJACK!

(piano vamp)

Leaping from tree to tree! As they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia! With my best girl by my side! The Larch! The Pine! The Giant Redwood tree! The Sequoia! The Little Whopping Rule Tree! We'd sing! Sing! Sing!

Oh, I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay, I sleep all night and I work all day.

CHORUS: He's a lumberjack, and he's okay, He sleeps all night and he works all day.

I cut down trees, I eat my lunch, I go to the lava-try. On Wednesdays I go shoppin' And have buttered scones for tea.

Mounties: He cuts down trees, he eats his lunch, He goes to the lava-try. On Wednesdays 'e goes shoppin' And has buttered scones for tea.

CHORUS

I cut down trees, I skip and jump, I like to press wild flowers. I put on women's clothing, And hang around in bars.

Mounties: He cuts down trees, he skips and jumps, He likes to press wild flowers. He puts on women's clothing And hangs around.... In bars???????

CHORUS

I chop down trees, I wear high heels, Suspenders and a bra. I wish I'd been a girlie Just like my dear papa.

Mounties: He cuts down trees, he wears high heels Suspenders and a .... a Bra???? (spoken, raggedly) What's this? Wants to be a *girlie*? Oh, My! And I thought you were so rugged! Poofter!

CHORUS

All: He's a lumberjack, and he's okaaaaaaayyy..... (BONG)

Sound Cue: The Liberty Bell March, by John Phillip Sousa. .


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