Parrot Sketch Not Included: Twenty Years of Monty Python Page #4

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checks his sound...

[blows whistle]

And they're off.

Nietzsche and Hegel there.

Karl Jaspers number 7

on the outside.

Wittgenstein there with him.

There's Beckenbauer.

Schelling's in there,

Heidegger covering.

Schopenhauer.

And now it's the Greeks--

Epicurus.

Plotinus number 6.

Aristotle.

Empedocles of Acragas

and Democritus with him.

There's Archimedes.

Socrates--there he is--

Socrates.

Socrates there going through.

There's the ball.

There's the ball.

There may be no score,

but there's certainly

no lack of excitement here.

Nietzsche has just been booked

for arguing with the referee.

He accused Confucius

of having no free will,

and Confucius, he say,

"Name go in book."

We've just over a minute left.

There's Archimedes.

And I think he's had an idea.

Eureka!

Archimedes, Socrates,

Socrates back to Archimedes.

Archimedes to Heraclitus.

He beats Hegel.

Heraclitus a little flick.

Here he comes

on the far post--

Socrates is there!

Socrates has scored.

The Greeks are going mad.

Socrates scores.

The Germans are disputing it.

Hegel is arguing reality is

Merely an a priori adjunct

of non-absolutist ethics.

Kant is holding that

logic can be possessed

only in the imagination.

But Confucius blasts them

with a final whistle.

It's all over.

Morning, squadron leader.

What-ho, Squiffy?

How was it?

Top hole. Bally jerry

pranged his kite

right in the how's your father.

Hairy blighter, dicky-birded,

feathered back on his sammy,

took a waspy,

flipped over

his betty harper's,

and caught his can

in the bertie.

Uh, afraid I dont quite

follow you, squadron leader.

Give us it slower.

Banter's not the same

if you say it slower.

Hold on, then. Wingo.

Bend an ear to the squadron

leader's banter, would you?

Can do.

Jolly good.

Fire away.

Bally jerry...

pranged his kite...

right in the

how's your father...

Hairy blighter...

dicky-birded...

feathered back on his sammy...

Took a waspy...

flipped over

on his betty harper's...

and caught his can

in the bertie.

No, I don't understand

that banter at all.

Something up with

my banter, chaps?

[airplane overhead]

Bunch of monkeys

on the ceiling, sir!

Grab your egg and fours

and let's get

the bacon delivered.

Do you understand that?

No, not a word of it.

Sorry, old man.

We dont understand your banter.

You know, bally ten-penny ones

dropping in the custard.

I still don't get it.

Um...

Cabbage crates

coming over the briny?

No. No. No.

Ferdinand von Zeppelin

was born in Constance in 1838,

the brother of Barry Zeppelin,

the least talented of

the 14 Zeppelin brothers.

Hmm.

What exactly are

the commercial possibilities

of ovine aviation?

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