Posted on 04/08/2003 12:02:46 AM PDT by LaDivaLoca
Good night, Liberty Light. Sleep well.
Hmmmm, I don't know why the link didn't work. It worked for me. Just click on the "USO Canteen FR Style" in the left hand column of the FR home page and that will take you to the same page.
See you tomorrow.
Oh, if you click on the "Previous Threads" button that Tonkin linked to, it brings up a list of the daily threads for the last month or so. Then you can click on any you would like to read. Lots of fun stuff there. Enjoy.
RECEPTIONIST: Yes, sir?
MAN: I'd like to have an argument please.
REC: Certainly sir, have you been here before?
MAN: No, this is my first time.
REC: I see. Do you want to have the full argument, or were you thinking of taking a course?
MAN: Well, what would be the cost?
REC: Yes, it's one pound for a five-minute argument, but only eight pounds for a course of ten.
MAN: Well, I think it's probably best if I start with the one and see how it goes from there. Ok?
REC: Fine. I'll see who's free at the moment... Mr. Du-Bakey's free, but he's a little bit conciliatory.... Yes, try Mr. barnard- Room 12.
MAN: Thank you.
The MAN walks down the corridor. He opens door 12. There is a man at a desk.
MR.BARNARD: (shouting) What do you want?
MAN: Well I was told outside...
MRB: Don't give me that you snotty-faced heap of parrot droppings!
MAN: What!
MRB: Shut your festering gob you tit! Your type makes me puke! You vacuous toffee-nosed malodorous pervert!!
MAN: Look! I came here for an argument.
MRB: (calmly) Oh! I'm sorry, this is abuse.
MAN: Oh I see, that explains it.
MRB: No, you want room 12A next door.
MAN: I see- sorry. (exits)
MRB: Not at all. (as he goes) Stupid git.
Outside 12A. The MAN knocks on the door.
MR.VIBRATING: (from within) Come in.
The MAN enters the room. MR.VIBRATING is sitting at a desk.
MAN: Is this the right room for an argument?
MRV: I've told you once.
MAN: No you haven't.
MRV: Yes I have.
MAN: When?
MRV: Just now!
MAN: No you didn't.
MRV: Yes I did!
MAN: Didn't.
MRV: Did.
MAN: Didn't.
MRV: I'm telling you I did!
MAN: You did not!
MRV: I'm sorry, is this the five-minute argument, or the full half-hour?
MAN: Oh... Just the five-minute one.
MRV: Fine (makes note of it; the MAN sits down) thank you. Anyway I did.
MAN: You most certainly did not.
MRV: Now, let's get one thing quite clear. I most definately told you!
MAN: You did not.
MRV: Yes I did.
MAN: You did not.
MRV: Yes I did.
MAN: Didn't.
MRV: Yes I did.
MAN: Didn't.
MRV: Yes I did!!
MAN: Look this isn't an argument.
MRV: Yes it is.
MAN: No it isn't, it's just contradiction.
MRV: No it isn't.
MAN: Yes it is.
MRV: It is not.
MAN: It is. You just contradicted me.
MRV: No I didn't.
MAN: Ooh, you did!
MRV: No, no, no, no, no.
MAN: You did, just then.
MRV: No, nonsense!
MAN: Oh, look this is futile.
MRV: No it isn't.
MAN: I came here for a good argument.
MRV: No you didn't, you came here for an argument.
MAN: Well, an argument's not the same as contradiction.
MRV: It can be.
MAN: No it can't. An argument is a connected series of statements to establish a proposition.
MRV: No it isn't.
MAN: Yes it is. It isn't just contradiction.
MRV: Look, if I argue with you I must take up a contrary position.
MAN: But it isn't just saying 'No it isn't'.
MRV: Yes it is.
MAN: No it isn't, argument is an intellectual process... contradiction is just the automatic gainsaying of anything the other person says.
MRV: No it isn't.
MAN: Yes it is.
MRV: Not at all.
MAN: Now look!
MRV: (pressing the bell on his desk) Thank you, good morning.
MAN: What?
MRV: That's it. Good morning.
MAN: But I was just getting interested.
MRV: Sorry the five minutes is up.
MAN: That was never five minutes just now!
MRV: I'm afraid it was.
MAN: No it wasn't.
MRV: I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to argue anymore.
MAN: What!?
MRV: If you want me to go on arguing you'll have to pay for another five minutes.
MAN: But that was never five minutes just now... oh come on! (VIBRATING looks around as though MAN was not there) This is ridiculous.
MRV: I'm very sorry, but I told you I'm not allowed to argue unless you've paid.
MAN: Oh. All right. (pays) There you are.
MRV: Thank you.
MAN: Well?
MRV: Well what?
MAN: That was never five minutes just now.
MRV: I told you I'm not allowed to argue unless you've paid.
MAN: I've just paid.
MRV: No you didn't.
MAN: I did! I did! I did!
MRV: No you didn't.
MAN: Look I don't want to argue about that.
MRV: Well I'm very sorry but you didn't pay.
MAN: Aha! Well if I didn't pay, why are you arguing... got you!
MRV: No you haven't.
MAN: Yes I have... if you're arguing I must have paid.
MRV: Not necessarily. I could be arguing in my spare time.
MAN: I've had enough of this.
MRV: No you haven't.
MAN: Oh shut up! (he leaves and sees a door marked complaints; he goes in) I want to complain.
COMPLAINT MAN (Eric Idle): You want to complain? Look at these shoes... I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through.
MAN: No, I want to complain about-
COM: If you complain nothing happens. You might jst as well not bother. My back hurts and... (the MAN exits, walks down the corridor and enters a room.)
MAN: I want to complain. (SPREADERS, who is just inside the door hits MAN on the head with a mallet.) Ooh!
SPREADERS (Terry Jones): No, no, no, hold your head like this and then go 'waaagh'! Try it again. (he hits him again.)
MAN: Woh!
SPR: Better, better, but 'waaaagh'! 'Waaaagh'! Hold your hands here...
MAN: No!
SPR: Now. (hits him)
MAN: Waagh!
SPR: That's it! That's it! Good.
MAN: Stop hitting me!
SPR: What?
MAN: Stop hitting me.
SPR: Stop hitting you?
MAN: Yes.
SPR: What did you come in here for then?
MAN: I came here to complain.
SPR: Oh, I'm sorry, that's next door. It's being hit on the head lessons in here.
MAN: What a stupid concept.
DECTECTIVE INSPECTOR FOX enters.
FOX (Graham Chapman): Right. Hold it there.
MAN and SPR: What?
FOX: Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Inspector Fox of the Light Entertainment Police, Comedy Division, Special Flying Squad.
MAN and SPR: Flying Fox of the Yard?
FOX: Shut up! (he hits the MAN with a truncheon.)
MAN: Ooooh!
SPR: No, no, no! 'Waagh'!
FOX: And you! (he hits SPREADERS)
SPR: Waagh!
FOX: He's good! You could learn a thing or two from him. Right, now you two me old beauties, you are nicked.
MAN: What for?
FOX: I'm charging you two under Section 21 of the Strange Sketch Act.
MAN: The what?
FOX: You are hereby charged that you did wilfully take part in a strange sketch, that is, a skit, spoof or humorous vignette of an unconventional nature with intent to cause grievous mental confusion to the Great British Public. (to camera) Evening all.
SPR: It's a fair cop.
FOX: And you tosh. (he hits MAN)
MAN: WAAAGH!
FOX: That's excellent! Right, come on down the Yard.
Another Inspector arrives.
INSPECTOR (Eric Idle): Hold it. Hold it. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Inspector Thompson's Gazelle of the Progarmme Planning Police, Light Entertainment Division, Special Flying Squad.
FOX: Flying Thompson's Gazelle of the Yard?
INS: Shut up! (hits him)
FOX: Waaagh!
SPR: He's good.
INS: Shut up! (hits SPREADERS)
SPR: Oooh!
MAN: Rotton. (he gets hit) WAAGH!
INS: Good! Now, I'm arresting this entire show on three counts: one, acts of self-conscious behavior contrary to the 'Not in front of the children' Act; two, always saying 'It's so and so of the Yard' every time the fuzz arrives; and three, and this is the cruncher, offenses against the 'Getting out of sketches without using a proper punchline' Act; four, namely, simply ending every bleeding sketch by just having a policeman come in and... wait a minute.
Another policeman enters.
POLICEMAN (John Cleese): Hold it. (puts his hand on THOMPSON"S GAZELLE'S shoulder)
INS: It's a fair cop.
A large, hairy hand appears through the door and claps POLICEMAN on the shoulder.
CAPTION...
These little beauties have the same bad habit of going through windshields. Being small, they go all the way in.
We have a herd of 10 on the farm now and I have no idea how many babies we'll have this spring. Three were born last year. We don't allow anyone to hunt them but may have to let a few be dealt with soon. They're very destructive to the crops....like BIG rabbits. But they're so beautiful, it's hard to think of letting them be hunted. aaaaaaaaagh! We enjoy watching them mosey around and the cats are fascinated by them.
MONTY PYTHON RULZ!!!
Good night, Radix. Sleep well. Thank you for your dedication to our troops. Thank you for your service in the past, and to your son who serves now. He's in my prayers daily.
I gather you haven't been getting any sleep while this 'puter was messed up. *giggle* E-mails from overseas tonight had me distracted and I wasn't watching the clock closely enough, BUT the Canteen Curfew Cop is now on duty!!
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