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The 'Four Yorkshiremen'
Sketch The legendary routine by
Monty Python's Flying Circus - from "Live at City Centre" and
"Live at the Hollywood Bowl" ____________________________________ Four well-dressed men sitting together at a vacation resort. "Farewell to Thee" being played in the background on Hawaiian guitar. Michael
Palin: Ahh. Very passable, this, very passable. Graham
Chapman: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de Chassilier wine, ay Gessiah? Terry
Gilliam: You're right there Obediah. Eric
Idle: Who'd a thought thirty years ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking
Chateau de Chassilier wine? MP:
Aye. In them days, we'd a' been glad to have the price of a cup o' tea. GC:
A
cup ' COLD tea. EI:
Without milk or sugar. TG:
OR tea! MP:
In a filthy, cracked cup. EI:
We never used to have a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up
newspaper. GC:
The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth. TG:
But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor. MP:
Aye. BECAUSE we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money
doesn't buy you happiness." EI:
'E was right. I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'. We used to live in
this tiiiny old house, with greaaaaat big holes in the roof. GC:
House? You were lucky to have a HOUSE! We used to live in one room, all
hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture. Half the floor was missing; we
were all huddled together in one corner for fear of FALLING! TG:
You were lucky to have a ROOM! *We* used to have to live in a corridor! MP:
Ohhhh we used to DREAM of livin' in a corridor! Woulda' been a palace to
us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woken up
every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House!?
Hmph. EI:
Well when I say "house" it was only a hole in the ground covered
by a piece of tarpaulin, but it was a house to US. GC:
We
were evicted from *our* hole in the ground; we had to go and live in a
lake! TG:
You were lucky to have a LAKE! There were a hundred and sixty of us living
in a small shoebox in the middle of the road. MP:
Cardboard box? TG:
Aye. MP:
You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic
tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the
bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a
day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep
with his belt! GC:
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, go to work at the
mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us
around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY! TG:
Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at
twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had
half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at
the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad
would slice us in two with a bread knife. EI:
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." MP:
But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe
ya'. ALL:
Nope, nope.. ooooOoooo Quatre
natifs du comté d’York Quatre
hommes bien habillés sont assis ensemble en vacances. Dans le fond on
entend « Farewell to Thee » joué à la guitare hawaïenne. MP :
Ah ! Très passable, cela, très passable. |