[snip]
Wife (Terry Jones):
Liberal rubbish! What do you want with your jugged fish, Klaus?
Husband (Eric Idle):
Pardon, my wide-thighed plum?
Wife:
What do you want with your jugged fish, you cloth-eared git?
Husband:
Halibut!
Wife:
The jugged fish is halibut!
Husband:
All right. Well, what fish do you have that is not jugged?
Wife:
Uuh, rabbit.
Husband:
What, rabbit fish?
Wife:
Well, it's all covered in fur.
Husband:
Well, is it dead?
Wife:
Well, it was coughing up blood last night.
Husband:
All right, I'll have the dead, unjugged rabbit fish.
Female Voice (Carol Cleveland):
One dead, unjugged rabbit fish later.
Caption:
ONE DEAD UNJUGGED
RABBIT FISH LATER
Husband:
Appalling!
Wife:
Oh, you're always complaining.
Husband:
What's for afters?
Wife:
Well, there's, uh, rat pie, rat pudding, rat sorbet or, uh, strawberry tart.
Husband:
Strawberry tart?
Wife:
Well, it's got some rat in it.
Husband:
How much?
Wife:
Six. Rather a lot really.
Husband:
I'll have a slice without so much rat in it.
Female Voice:
One slice of strawberry tart without so much rat in it later.
Caption:
ONE SLICE OF STRAWBERRY TART
WITHOUT SO MUCH RAT IN IT LATER
Husband:
Appalling!
Wife:
"Moan, moan, moan!"
Son (Graham Chapman):
Hello, mum! Hello, dad!
Husband:
Hello, son!
Son:
There's a dead bishop on the landing!
[snip]
What's his diocese?
That sketch sounds so familiar, but I can't remember seeing it.
I know it's Python, but can't remember the scene.
Hmmm...